Strawberry Shakes

Our car, The CRV, has a temperature gauge that is of marginal usefulness. As Emily and I like to joke, The CRV tends to be a little dramtic when it reports the weather. This is particularly true during the summer months when the weather heats up. Perhaps The CRV has been so beaten down by the harsh, sub-zero Minnesota winters that it can hardly contain itself when it has higher temperatures to report. Today was hot -- and very humid. The mercury crept up to the lower 90s, but The CRV told us that it was 99 degrees! For whatever reason I imagine The CRV saying, 99! No really! 99 degrees guys! Can you believe it? Hot, hot hot!

This is all a long way to say that it was very hot today, and I thought it would nice to revist a cooler memory. In February we went to visit Grandma and Grandpa Ueland in Tennessee. During our visit Gus got to make and sample strawberry shakes for the first time. As you can see below, Guster loved it. Unfortunately the pictures don't capture Gus' verbal reaction. When he finally got to sample the shake after all the build up he tipped his glass back, took a big gulp, and then set his glass down and let out a loud, MMMMMM!

He was hooked; The Gus Man continues to attack shakes, malts -- really ice cream in any form with relish. It's his own way to beat the heat.

Put some strawberries in there.

A little more ice cream.

Maybe Gus should sample the ice cream to make sure it's fresh?

Is it ready yet?

How about now, Grandpa? Pretty sure it's ready.

Now?


Finally. Cheers everybody!

A little taste.
Guster likes it.