Sometimes I wonder: Was I born in the wrong decade? I should have been born in 1940, long after the repeal of prohibition, but right before middle class women tossed their pearls and went to work in support of the war effort.
WW2 would have ended as I was turning the tender age of 5. The world was just barely taking shape, molding itself into what we now recognize. I, at 5 would be too preoccupied with my red tricycle, or hiding behind my mother’s skirt to give the world much notice.
Life would go on that way for a few years. Eventually I could come out of my shell, out from behind my mother’s skirt and into my own.
Oh, how I yearn to have been a teenager in 1956. The years of poodle skirts, sweater sets and the early days of rock and roll; back when it was called “The Devil’s Music”.
When a newfangled device was a Television, and you wondered, “what will these geniuses think of next?!”
When a major scandal was watching Elvis shake his groove thang to “Hound Dog” on the Milton Berle Show.
When you could buy an ice cream soda and a hamburger for a like a dollar.
When it was called necking, and not making out.
When girls were named “Peggy Sue” or “Mary Ann” and everyone went to “The Hop”
When a Soda Shoppe with a Jukebox was ‘bitchin’…
When it was “risqué” to show the slightest bit of cleavage, and could earn you a reputation for being “fast”.
Everything was so simple then…
So simple…
Strawberry milk is simple…
Retro…
I’m going to take you back to days of the hop, jitterbugging and twisting away till curfew.
You need 5 ingredients to make this bitchin’ cool milk happen:
- Milk
- Strawberries
- Sugar
- Splash of vanilla extract
- Crushed ice
You crazy kids can use one of those new blender doohickeys to mix this milk together. Pour it into a retro glass and top it with a swirly straw, while you polish up those kicks and flicks. This Boss milk will put you cats on Cloud 9 in 5 minutes flat.
Bitchin’…
Relive the simpler times…
Get with it, Daddyo…
Love,
Me…
