14 February 2011

bye bye blue bird

Seven years ago I brought home a new man. He was blue and tiny and he thought he was a human. I called him Elmer and he loved anyone and everyone, freaking out visitors by launching himself at their heads as soon as they walked through the door.

Elmer loved sounds and adored people talking to him. We didn't train him to speak but he knew his name and would say it and 'hello!' (always with an exclamation mark) back to us. I think these words and an indecipherable chatter he picked up from listening to talk back radio kept him feeling like he was just like his human family. 

amount of cheesecake used for our smoothies

Elmer had free reign of the house and he loved his huge bachelor pad (aka his cage). He spent the majority of his time outside of his cage riding around on our shoulders and he would do this indescribably cute thing where he'd climb on top of my head, lean all the way over my forehead to look into my eyes and then 'talk' very softly to me.

He loved kisses from my mum and my little brother was the only person who was allowed to scratch under his chin. 

why does this look even yummier!?!?!

It wasn't all pretty though - because I never brought a girlfriend home for him, he went through a horrible phase where he would constantly try to put the moves on my hand. Never a pleasant experience.

He was getting on years and in recent months we'd taken to calling out to him every morning before lifting his cage cover just to make sure we wouldn't get a horrible shock. 

Then, he flew away. I can't write 'escape' because it wouldn't have been an escape for him. When he had found himself outside, he'd freak out and fly straight back to us. I know he would've been really scared those days he wasn't with us. We didn't find him for three days and when we did, he'd obviously been hit by a car. Poor little thing. We had a little funeral service and buried him in our garden with his favourite bells.

So there we were, all down in the dumps when Mum came across a recipe in Jill O'Connor's book, Sticky, Chewy, Messy, Gooey prescribed for the depressed (aka the newly single and people who hate their jobs). Well we certainly needed cheering up and this milkshake hit the spot. We weren't exactly cheery afterwards but it's just so ridiculously indulgent and satisfyingly quick to make that I think it may become my go-to anti-depressive. I think it'll always remind me a little of Elmer though :)

This milkshake needs to be drunken quickly and with no thought to what it, or more importantly, you the drinker looks like. If it's all getting crazy and you need something guilty that doesn't require the energy even to chew, then this is the meal* for you.  Make it, flop down somewhere and focus on this cheesecake in a glass...

This is kind of a weird post because everything I've written has been about my budgie but the photos are of a milkshake - I've never really taken many photos of my pets and the one I've posted here is actually the last photo we ever took of him.

you can see I couldn't wait to take a photo before trying it!

Cheesecake Milkshakes for Two Emotional People
Adapted from Sticky, Chewy, Messy, Gooey

You can put anything you blimmen well want to in milkshakes and no one will know the difference because everything's all mixed together. Our cheesecake was strawberry flavoured so we didn't add strawberries. Next time I'll be breaking out the chocolate though.

2 wedges of plain cheesecake, 4 to 6 ounces/115 to 170 grams each
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 to 2 pints/0.5 to 1 litre vanilla ice cream
1/2 cup whole milk, plus more if desired
1/2 to 3/4 cup fresh or frozen strawberries (optional)
Put the cheesecake, vanilla extract and ice cream in a food processor and pulverize it until the ice cream has broken down a lot. Add the milk (preferably while the processor is running) and blend until thoroughly blended. Add enough milk to get a desired thickness of milkshake. It's actually supposed to be quite thick; thick enough to be eaten with a spoon if you feel like it! Pour into two glasses and enjoy.

*No one will judge you, not even if you have this for breakfast.


Meg Johnston said...

Wow, this sounds awesome! I had an idea for a pumpkin pie milkshake that I've been meaning to try out for a while.

That's so sad about your bird :( We had 2 finches who suddenly dropped dead one day, at the same time, which was weird.

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Miri said...

Hey Meg - I know how mushed up food can get a bad rep but I think anything you can have for dessert would be amaaaazing all blended up with ice cream!

Sorry about your finches - perhaps they couldn't go on without each other? That would be v sad but sweet.

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