Peach Pie Milkshakes

Oh I can’t wait until peach season. Even though my dad is a diabetic every once in a while he does treat himself to something sweet. He has always LOVED milkshakes. He grew up in a household which was also a dairy. The dairy closed and the customer list was sold to another dairy about 5 years before I was born. It goes without saying they all enjoyed a LOT of milk in many ways and also a LOT of ice cream. I still have the older folk in the small town where we live tell me they remember coming to the dairy to buy ice cream cones when they were kids. At the end of the day any milk which was left was delivered to the house where my great-grandmother used it in numerous ways. As this same household were my babysitters when I was also growing up I learned their eating habits. My dad and I put milk on EVERYTHING. The irony of this is my father marries a girl who grew up on a dairy farm (no, that isn’t how they met, her dad’s small grocery store was two houses down from my dad’s house, now my house. My dad used to sell snow cones on the front porch. He liked my mom right away and would give her free snow cones.) Anyway, in those days many of the dairy farmers would take some milk and keep it before it was collected by the dairy in the tankers. I’m sure you’ve seen them on the road, big silver tanks hauled by big tractor trailer trucks. The problem with this is the milk has not been pasteurized and homogenized, tastified, and fat-free-a-fied or whatever it is they do these days. Which means, when you drink the milk “green”, it essentially tastes like whatever the cow ate that day. Not kidding. Some people enjoy this, my mom was NOT one of them. (boy I wouldn’t, my milk MUST be icy cold, very pasteurized and very fresh if I’m to drink it. Usually by the time the half-gallon of milk is half finished it no longer appeals to me for drinking purposes so it gets used for cooking. Then I buy a new half-gallon for drinking.) So….my mom rarely put milk on ANYTHING. The few times she would eat cold cereal she would put only the bare minimum amount of milk necessary to get the cereal eaten. She’s now 76 years old and is STILL not a big milk person although my dad has turned her into quite the ice cream eater. She’s even spoiled my golden retriever into wanting ice cream almost every night or whenever she’s having some. That’s quite a lot now since she’s essentially living with them fulltime now. (she’s over 12 years old now and doesn’t do all the stairs in my house and I also rarely use AC which means she’s too hot most of the time. She seems far happier with my folks so I want her to be happy and comfortable so she lives with them now. THIS is how much you can come to love a dog.)