It's true.
I do crave milkshakes.
To be more specific, I crave vanilla milkshakes. Straight up, no frills, vanilla. Which is only significant because I have not always craved milkshakes. They started to occupy a space towards the front of my thoughts when I was pregnant with my son. It was my food of choice immediately after he was born. Mixed in with a bazillion other thoughts while I was in labor, was the thought of a cold, smooth, creamy vanilla milkshake. And so, shortly after my little guy entered the world and while I was holding him in my arms, both of us probably looking more than a little amazed and bewildered, my husband and my dad went out to find a vanilla milkshake for me. They came back with the most heavenly milkshake ever created. From McDonald's. I promise, it was pure bliss.
My love of milkshakes is also only significant in that I can no longer indulge my desire. For the sake of my little guy I'm going "dairy-free". No milk, no cheese, no creamer in my coffee, and sadly, no milkshakes. The truth is, I would eat crickets if I thought it would help him feel better. But we're starting with dairy-free and seeing how that goes...
