Sweet potatoes are roasted then blended with vanilla ice cream for the best Roasted Sweet Potato Milkshake this fall! Now go on – Drink your pie!
I wonder: If my husband says I’m once, twice, three times a lady… Is he calling me fat?
What does it really mean to “Pump up the jam?” Is this a reference to preserves?
When I am told “Stop!”. Is it in the name of love, or is it Hammertime? I prefer Hammertime; because if it’s Hammer time, I’d like to spend at least a minute doing the bump, bump, bump….
Why can’t I get a Funky Cold Medina at a bar? Or a house party, even?
These are the questions that puzzle me. Legitimate questions I wish someone would answer. Is that weird? Am I weird? Am I reading too much into these things?
Perhaps, yet I do finally have an answer to this question: Does my milkshake bring all the boys to the yard?
Why yes, yes it does…
This, this is a sweet potato pie milkshake. A milkshake born out of my usual weekend laziness. What I really wanted was to bake a pie. And although I am well versed in the pie dough business, I didn’t want to bother with that step. I didn’t want to roll pie dough or bother with any decorative crimping.
I didn’t want flour hand prints on my butt. Oh yea, that happens…
I also didn’t want to bother slicing a piece of pie. Or spooning it in my mouth.
Too much work on a weekend.
And out of this insane laziness, a milkshake was born.
All the components of a pie, sans pie crust rolling are here. There’s a little work involved, you have to sprinkle a sweet potato with sugar and roast it, but seriously – I don’t think your oven will mind. While the sweet potato roasts and chills, take a couple of naps.
Wake from said naps, blend your sweet potato with vanilla ice cream, milk and spices. That’s like 45 seconds of your time. I like to top my milkshakes with another scoop of ice cream, but you can go the whipped cream route.
This milkshake is thick. Sweet potato pie flavor is going to punch you in the throat. But not in a way that makes you stop breathing and lose consciousness or anything. In a good way. You swear you are having pie. Except you’re drinking your pie.
And that dear reader is a milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Damn right…