Cold brew Concentrate has been elevated to a whole new level with these Iced Coffee Floats! 4 ingredients – Cold brew concentrate, condensed milk, vanilla ice cream, and seltzer – Mean you may never sleep again!
“Little boxes on the hillside’
Made of ticky tacky’
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.”
Ever wonder how difficult it is to get out of a cardboard box?
It’s difficult.
I tried.
I don’t mean it in the metaphoric sense. At least not yet. I mean it is literally difficult to get out of an effing cardboard box.
Flow with me…
Last week my kids fought over a cardboard box which previously held some large items. My seven year old paid no attention to the cardboard box until my son – A teen – stepped inside the box and pretended it was a spaceship, a race car, a fire truck. Suddenly the box looked much more appealing to my seven year old and a shouting match between them ensued. Yes. Over a cardboard box.
The shouting match ended when I, a grown ass woman, decided to step into and sit in the cardboard box. Then I couldn’t get out. No matter how hard I tried, how much I struggled, I could not stand up. No amount of pulling by both children. Nothing. Nothing worked. I couldn’t get out of the box. It didn’t help that we were all greatly weakened by bouts of laugher. It was extremely funny. At the time. And after about 10 minutes of struggle and belly laughter I broke the box and got out.
But that stayed with me. For days. Stuck, helpless in a box, unable to get out. It became less funny after that. Because in truth that box, the inability to escape, held captive, is a clear metaphor of what my life has become. A life of boxes. Little boxes all the same.
Little boxes bound by rules.
Bound by politics.
Bound by someone else’s rules of living right, parenting right, or being the ideal partner.
Bound by everyone’s metaphoric tape except my own.
And days later I came to terms with admitting how unhappy all of this made me.
But the sense of freedom I felt when I broke out of that cardboard box also stayed with me. Because it gave me hope. It gave me purpose. It made me realize I wasn’t bound by shit and that I could break free, by breaking the boxes that hold me.
By not allowing to be put into boxes… Little boxes… All the same.
So while I’m out hulk smashing my way out of boxes – Let’s talk about this Iced Coffee Float. If you haven’t made your own Iced Coffee Concentrate, you don’t know what you’re missing. I’ve been drinking cold brew concentrate all summer. I admit it, I’ve been vibrating in place. Really. Sometimes it’s difficult to sleep. And now that I’ve added condensed milk and vanilla ice cream to this situation, I may never ever ever drink hot coffee again. These Iced Coffee Floats are amazing and may I suggest you eat them when you don’t have to work or get up early the next day. Because… You know… Coffee and whatnot.
I suppose my life won’t be so much breaking out of boxes from now on, but actually exploding out of them due to all the iced coffee floats.
So, yeah… Whatever it takes, right?
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Ingredients
- 2-2.5 ounces Cold brew concentrate
- 2 tablespoons Condensed milk
- Vanilla Ice cream
- Seltzer
Instructions
- To an 8 ounce glass add the cold brew concentrate and condensed milk. Mix until combined. Add several scoops of vanilla ice cream (I won’t tell you how to live here. You do you, boo.). Add the seltzer carefully to the side of the glass in a slow and steady stream until you reach the top of the glass. Go in on that situation. Don't even hesitate. Ice cream melts.
- Recipe for Iced Coffee Concentrate can be found here.