And speaking of those sticky dates, I brought a bouillon of dates back in my suitcase with me, since Coachella Valley is land of the date tree. I picked them up at the market, with a faint memory of reading an article about date milkshakes.
So when I returned home from arid Palm Springs to drizzly San Francisco, I whipped up a date shake, blending dates and cold milk before adding vanilla ice cream. The finished shake had little flecks of chewy, caramely dates, almost like nature’s dulce de leche.
The recipe is here, but I cut the ice cream a bit and added more milk, because I like my shakes on the thinner side. You know, faster down the hatch that way.