There are moments in one’s life that one is tremendously proud of. Prowling the mall in the mid-nineties with a side ponytail and bright red lipstick isn’t one of my proudest moments, but it may have been my most delicious. Mom had dropped me and two other friends at the mall, each of us toting a jean purse, 13 years of life experience, and an overconfident swagger. Alone. We were alone and the world was ours. We had time a plenty to oogle the gangly preteen boys playing Pacman in the arcade. Time to peek our head’s into Spencer’s and try not to get caught by the cards of half-dressed men wearing tanned abs and bowties. Time to ride the escalator up and down, up and down, posting toes on the edge of the stair in front of us like fashion models working th runway. Time to suck on our own Orange Julius drinks–those perfect, frosty beverages that taste like a good summer day. Somewhere in the middle of this day, my lipstick smeared, a boy in the arcade shouted at us that were were ‘lame’, and I dropped my purse on the escalator, but somehow failed to step on it with both feet. So, that wasn’t hot.
It’s okay. We weren’t going for hot. We were going for cool. And, while we likely failed to reach a goal so lofty as “cool,” one thing’s for sure. That Orange Julius was the best part of the day. It still is. But, being sleek and grownup as I am now, I don’t even attempt a trip to the mall. Nor do I wear side ponytails. ‘Cause I’ve got a secret recipe for Copycat Orange Julius that I can make at home. And anyways, I never did quite master riding the escalator with panache.
- 6 ounces orange juice concentrate (just scoop it right out of the freezer can, then put the rest back in the fridge for later)
- 4 cups milk (my kids love whole milk in this recipe the best)
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 1/2 cups ice
Place all ingredients in your blender. Blend until frothy. Serve immediately and enjoy!