At 18 I rented my first apartment and started shopping for groceries and cooking for myself. Why, because I enrolled in Herkimer County Community College, in New York’s Mohawk Valley and the school had no dorms. On my food excursions the village of Herkimer, I discovered that the same restaurants that made great wedges (sandwiches) also made a terrific vanilla thick shakes. These served as my go to places for happy hour. The shakes were so thick and rich, with more ice cream than milk, that the straw would stand at attention in the 20 once cup it came in. My lips would get tired from drawing out the cold thick delicious beverage with a straw. The taste of the shake made it worth the effort to drink.
