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The Toasted Marshmallow Electric Milkshake Goodness Test

Last night I had a toasted marshmallow milkshake.

It was so heaven-gobsmacked-delicious I hardly know how to reconstruct the recipe. Is there anyplace else besides New York that has this on the menu?

It was served at a upwardly mobile burger joint called Stand, which my friend Laura Miller introduced me to.

She said there was no point in even considering another flavor, although there were many. Not only is the ice-cream itself potent with the nostalgic taste of a six-year-old's first bite of a burnt 'mallow— but the shake itself is topped with real whipped cream and a CROWN of actual torched marshmallows melting hot on the ice cold glass. Sweet Jesus!

Could I Interest You in a Romper?

I have six dear friends who are celebrating Mother's Day this year with a new baby... two of whom gave birth this past week! I think this is an extraordinary constellation. It's ironic that this is my first Mother's Day without my own mother, and yet I've gained a half dozen!

My Mother's May Crown goes to:

Lisa Palac: for Arabella, her first daughter, and sister to Marson;
Kerry Donahue: for Stella, her first child;
Shar Rednour and Jackie Strano: for Caesare, their first child;
Sam Zee: for Finnegan, her first son and brother to Ella; and
Ursula Bruckman: for Ava, for her first daughter, and sister to Zack!

I've made outfits for every single one of these new babies, my first foray into infantile dressmaking.  I also made my own teenage "baby" two sundresses that are causing people to slam on their brakes in the street and pledge their undying love. Well, maybe it's not my handiwork— it's just her.  But it sure is a treat to see her abandon her teenybopper jeans for original couture from The House of Quesie.