Forgive me, dear friend, for only now providing an update to last week's riveting post, Custard's Last Stand. It was wrong to leave you in suspense for so long, you likely not getting out of bed save to bathe in whatever liquids you had on the premises, perhaps a broth of curry sauces. By now you probably are not doing so well, and the smell - well, I don't even want to think about it.
Anyhow, the matter at hand.
On Friday, October 14 2011, I returned to Shake Shake, worried that the Pumpkin Pie custard may have lost its former glory. Once more I ordered it with shortbread mixed in, and a topping of whipped cream. And thank Mary Todd Lincoln, it was just as good as I remembered it. For 20 minutes I lived in a magical world where things made sense and I felt happy to be alive. Upon the custard's consumption, I returned to the real world, the one in which everything is devoid of meaning and/or value.
I will return to Shake Shake this Friday and every Friday this month to experience this rich and smooth custard, one that tastes of fall and goodness. And the pleasures will return to me.
