Oreo Love!

I really should write something about Christmas cookies, it being the last week of Advent and I'm going to be making a lot of them this week.  But I'm not.  I'm going to write about how amazing Nick is and the pack of Oreo cookies he brought me the other week when I was feeling bad. 

I forget why I was upset, it was probably the amount of stress and lack of sleep that I've been under.  Not that those have gone away, I was just dealing with them poorly that week.  Well, Nick went grocery shopping on his way home from work one night and when he got home he asked what he could do to help me feel better.  Then he pulled out the Oreo's and asked if they would help. 

I had a splendid week of Oreo's with my coffee, Oreo's with my yogurt, Oreo's at midnight and just plain Oreo's with milk.  The boys made many chocolate, smeary messes.  Thing One will lick the filling out and leave the cookies (my sister used to do that, it drove me nuts), and Thing Two will get through half of a cookie before he realizes he's a horrible mess and put it down for me to step on later. 

Somewhere near the end of the chocolate goodness I noticed that there was a recipe on the back of the package.  It involved to cookies and ice cream so I put it in the back of my brain for later. 

Later came over this past weekend, when Nick was down with a fever.  I needed something to keep my sanity, and something to occupy the boys for a few minutes.  The both stood there with their ears covered while I ran the blender; and the loved the milkshakes that came out.  Thing One did not want the crushed Oreo's on the top of his, and I didn't put the chocolate syrup in the bottom of their cups.  Anyway, here's the recipe:

4tbsp chocolate syrup
8 Oreo cookies
1 1/2 C milk
2 C vanilla ice cream

Crush half of the cookies and set aside for the topping; coat the bottom of 4 cups with 1tbsp each chocolate syrup.  Combine the rest of the cookies, ice cream and milk in the blender until smooth.  Pour in the cups and top with the crushed cookies. 

They kinda looked like they needed whipped cream on the top, but maybe not.  And being the fiend that I am, I added what amounted to a shot of decaf espresso to mine.  Then I sat down to read Huck Finn and drink my shake while the boys washed the dishes.  It was a moment of luxury! 

Merry Christmas!
Zizi