Orange Julius was something I took for granted growing up in NY. Wow, it certainly hijacked this thread. As soon as I polish off the strawberry milk I made yesterday I'm going to add frozen o.j. to the shopping list. My husband already thinks I am insane. He's really getting sick of strawberry milk and, as a native California boy I suspect he hasn't a clue about what's coming next.
This pandemic is one wild ride, neh? I started quarantine with a burst of cooking and now, well, I'm just making the same ten things over and over again. Until I find a new thing, and it goes into the bizarre rotation.
