An astonishingly large portion of my pre-teen and teen years were spent on the telephone. A landline telephone. And not one of the fancy cordless models. One of those bulky models with a short corkscrew cord that makes it difficult to move. But I somehow made it work.
Practice makes perfect, as they say.
I should probably note that we didn't have call waiting or caller ID, so my high levels of telephone usage got me in trouble. Often.
And an astonishingly large portion of my time was (is?) on the phone - with one person. Jess. We met in 4th grade. And we have been friends ever since.
It was around 5th or 6th grade that we started spending hours at a time on the phone. Just talking about everything and about nothing. We would clean our closets and pick out outfits and paint our nails, all whilst engaged in some chatting. We sort of just assumed that as adults we would live right next door to each other in order to facilitate our incessant need to talk. We still hold on to a sliver of hope that this will actually happen.
As of now, instead of living right next door to each other, we live on opposite sides of the country.
So we still use that handy phone. Looking back, I like to pretend that Jess and I were just practicing and perfecting our phone habits for adulthood. So I really don't think I should have gotten in trouble for my phone use. Right, mom? I'm pretty sure I'm owed some reparations here.As of now, instead of living right next door to each other, we live on opposite sides of the country.
I seriously don't understand what we would have done in a pre-cell phone era. I can't imagine that sending a telegram would have been a convenient thing to do in life.
So unlike most adults, we engage in our teenage behavior. Because practice makes perfect, we are able to talk while scrubbing toilets, and washing dishes, and making dinners. We talk about our favorite television obsessions, our favorite recipes, the big things, the small things.
Like coffee and coffee creamers. This subject actually comes up an inordinate amount of the time. I'm not really sure why. It appears I have a fondness for the ever-classic hazelnut flavor. Jess refuses to be tied down to a favorite, preferring to use whatever catches her fancy at the moment.
And we share ideas for creating delicious foodstuffs. Like this hazelnut vanilla milkshake. Instead of adding milk to the milkshake, I used hazelnut creamer. I then upped the nuttiness with some toasted, ground hazelnuts. Orange juice and orange zest add a bit of brightness, while cooled coffee brings some depth of flavor. I added chopped strawberries because chopped strawberries should be added to everything (okay, maybe not everything but soooo many things). The perfect accompaniment to a late night chat session.
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Ingredients
2/3 cup International Delight Hazelnut Coffee Creamer
2 cups vanilla ice cream
1/3 cup toasted hazelnuts, ground in a food processor
1/2 teaspoon orange zest
1 teaspooon fresh orange juice
2-4 tablespoons brewed coffee, cooled, optional
handful of chopped strawberries
Instructions
Using a blender, mix the creamer, ice cream, hazelnuts, orange juice, orange zest, and the coffee (if using). Once blended, pour in a glass and top with a handful of chopped strawberries.
