Montauk!

I love my parents. A lot. They are great parents and they took me, my sister, Zack and my uncle Steven to a beach house this past week. It was relaxing, warm, and fun.


The one teeny tiny complaint I might possibly have about going on vacation with my parents? They are really healthy eaters (which, you know, is great. And admirable. But not always the tastiest). For several days, I cooked vegetables. And more vegetables. And they tasted pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. But at some point, a girl's gotta sneak off for some homemade ice cream.


John's is a classic beach-y drive in, complete with burgers and shirtless dudes at the counter.


My sister, the all-american outdoors-y type, ordered a strawberry milkshake with homemade ice cream.


I have severe food envy, so I ordered the same thing.


The shakes were cold, creamy and fruity. Alli and I both loved this quick break of sugar and fat. Don't tell my parents!!!! (Sorry guys, you know I love you. Vegetables are great)