Yes, it's 12 degress outside (feels colder!). Yes, there is a foot and a half of snow on the ground. I don't care. I want a milkshake.

That's right. An ice creamy, ice cold, brainfreezing milkshake. I eat soup in Summer, so why not have a milkshake (or ice cream) in Winter?

Fruity, boozy, or simple, there's something about a milkshake that makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Maybe it's the memory of my grandpa taking me for my first shake. Or Mom always having vanilla ice cream for us to make root beer floats or milkshakes at home.