#egg cream

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Egg Cream Cutie 🥛🍫🥤❤️

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«75 Cents for a Hot Knish or an Egg Cream at Dave's Luncheonette on Canal Street and Broadway in 1980.»

[deliciouseggclan]

Moon 2- Creamkit is now an apprentice, her mentor is Violetheart! Creampaw is very excited to no longer be in the nursery!

[buffetlicious]

From my backlog of pictures came this Salted Egg Flosss (S$2.20) and Hazel Cacao (S$2) from BreadTalk Singapore (面包物语). The former is yet another variation to the pork floss bun but flavoured with salted egg yolk this time. While the latter is hazelnuts and chocolate filling in a chocolate natural yeast dough, dressed in buolo (菠萝) crumbles.

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[etakeh]

Happy National Egg Cream Day!

Whole milk, seltzer, and chocolate syrup. That's it. No egg!

Don't let Telly's trepidation be your own!

(You can substitute the milk, but go for something rich. Also, I usually use club soda because I've always got some)

[thewordwideweb]

Egg cream. No egg, no cream.

Today’s Word of the Day will focus on that drink of the gods, the sweet, satisfying beverage known as an “egg cream,” even though it contains neither egg nor cream.

As real aficionados know – and to be one of those, you have to have grown up or at least spent some time in Brooklyn or one of the other boroughs comprising New York City – a true egg cream contains just three ingredients: milk, seltzer and Fox’s U-Bet chocolate syrup. I could wax poetic about making sure the milk is ice cold and how you must bounce the seltzer off the back of a long spoon while stirring vigorously, but I’d just end up drooling on my keyboard, so I’ll restrain myself.

So why is it called an “egg cream” and why, since I’ve been enjoying this fizzy delight for seven decades, am I just deciding to write about it now? Well, because I had never heard this particular derivation theory before today.

Until now, I never knew that some folks believe “egg cream” is a corruption of the Yiddish “echt keem,” meaning (we’re told) “pure sweetness” (although I think the Yiddish word for sweetness is “ziskeyt”). I had heard many times the alternate theory that the drink was named for the frothy white foam that develops on top of the luscious libation, which kinda sorta resembles a beaten egg white.

Personally, I subscribe to Occam’s Razor, which postulates that the simplest solution or explanation is usually the best one. And in this case, the simplest explanation is that once upon a time, as early as the 1830s, folks were enjoying beverages that contained both eggs and cream, although they may not have been called egg creams.

There was a reference in the Hereford Journal in Hereford, England (which is about as far as you can get from Brooklyn) in 1838 to a recipe which called for the yolk of an egg, a spoonful of cream, and “if convenient” two drops of oil of cinnamon.

By 1897, the “American Druggist and Pharmaceutical Record” in New York City (now we’re talkin’!) had a recipe for an “egg cream” that included evaporated cream, egg yolk, vanilla extract and syrup. By 1914, the Los Angeles Times carried an ad for a variety of egg-based drinks, including “egg chocolate, egg cream, egg lemonade, egg coffee, egg flip, (and) egg phosphate.”

No matter how it got its name, it is without question an egg-cellent soda fountain treat!

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[SUPER RICH AND DELICIOUS... MMM. IT'S AWESOME. IF YOU GOTTA GET A COUPLE SLIDERS, YET, WHERE DID YOU GO, AS THE LIGHTS WENT BLACK. OR LOOK WHAT'S BECOME OF ME... I HAVE AN EGG CREAM. THERE YOU GO. OR REAL FOUNTAIN DRINKS.]

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I listened to "Egg Cream" by Lou Reed and now I really want to go to Punch Bowl Social and have an egg cream.

[fulane-de-tal]

How to make Egg Cream. Place a glass in the freezer until chilled. Fill with cold whole milk about 1/4 of the way up the glass. Slowly (slowly is important) and then add seltzer unti the glass is mostly full (I like to use vanilla seltzer but you can use any complimentary flavour or unflavored). Finally, add Utz chocolate syrup (hersheys can be used but won't taste exactly right). Stir with a very long spoon. If you don't have a long spoon, add the chocolate syrup before the seltzer instead

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STRANGE DARLING (2023) dir. JT Mollner

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We all want egg cream! 🥛🍫🥤✌️

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[astrateiaa]

Happy (somewhat belated) birthday Anthy!!!! I love you dearly.

I think she deserves to make her own cake if she wants.

[deliciouseggclan]

Moon 3- “The Clanway”

Little comic showing, uh oh, the clan is changing?? Boomer Cliffstar isn’t sure about that.

In depth story below the cut ~

Cliffstar lazily stretched in her place in the Hollowed Tree, a purr working from deep in her chest. ‘Ah, what a lovely day’ she thought while she licked a paw, then drew it roughly over an ear.

‘EggClan is safe. Through everything, we are alive. Sure, our connection to StarClan may be weaker here, but we have territory to roam and kits to feed.’

Her green eyes glanced toward the kits playing beneath the Fallen Tree. The kits and their mother, Badgerfern, were new additions to the clan but Cliffstar gladly accepted them. The queen had been nothing but loyal, and her kits showed great promise as well. The kittens showed a love for playing beneath the Fallen Tree -or as Cliffstar often called it: the False Tree- despite the leader’s disdain. They would leap from sunspot to sunspot, tumbling and shouting at each other. Couldn’t they see how dangerous it is to play beneath this large, unnatural structure? There are plenty of other trees in the forest after all.

Suddenly a new sound struck Cliffstar, causing her to jerk up from her comfortable spot in her tree. “Whoa… what do you think it did before it died?”

The leader stopped to listen closer to the conversation and recognized the apprentice Inkypaw’s voice next. “I heard the twolegs rode them like horses and monsters, they climbed right into their jaws!”

At an intrigued “Oooh,” from Creampaw, Cliffstar leapt from the tree hollow and tore toward the apprentices. ‘It could be dangerous!’ She thought with a terrified jolt. She launched herself between the young cats and the humongous yellow monster.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” She gasped out, her fear turning into white hot fury. “You don’t know what you’re playing with! It’s not the Clanway!”

Immediately after she said it she felt guilty. These young cats were just curious. But as she thought of the looming wretched monster behind her, her resolve strengthened. This thing could not be trusted, the clan had no idea what it was capable of.

“Cliffstar, I-“ Creampaw stuttered, her still-downy fur raised on end.

Like a crack of thunder, Inkypaw yelped, “What if the ‘clanway’ is WRONG?”

The three cats were speechless for a moment after, even Inkypaw looked horrified at her own outburst. They stared at each other, dumbfounded.

Cliffstar took a moment to collect her thoughts- she wanted to choose her next words very carefully. She found herself somewhat agreeing with the apprentice, she had reacted very quickly and harshly to the younger cat’s curiosity. Perhaps she was too stuck in her ways. A leader should always evaluate if their judgement is sound.

Taking a deep breath, Cliffstar spoke evenly to the apprentices. “Go to the apprentice den.” She finally said, her authority leaving no room for question. She would think on this longer, but she would not leave these cats playing with this monster today. Her chest tightened painfully, memories tempting to flood over her- not today, she reminded herself.

Inkypaw huffed, half relieved and half angry and swiftly turned away. “Come on, Creampaw. Let’s go bother Robin.”

Cliffstar watched the pair go, wishing to soothe them, explain why she didn’t want them to go near this dreadful beast, plead with them to see it her way. However, she as the leader, was responsible for their safety. So instead, she stood still as they walked away and the previously playing kits looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Olivespot stood by the medicine cat den’s entrance, drawing Cliffstar closer with a nervous flick of her ear. Her chest squeezed again, doubting herself even more as she forced herself to Olivespot, where she would then have to speak with Flintfruit.

After all, the tom had broken the Warrior Code by bringing his kits back to the camp.

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