Late Night Snack

Tonight I was sitting in bed (watching re-runs of The Office) when I wanted something . . . I am totally my father's daughter. I remember him wandering the kitchen (most often on Sunday nights) opening cupboards and closing them. Then he would open the fridge, look around, close the door, and move back to the cupboards. Tonight I was he. I wanted something . . . I just didn't know what. I opted for the vanilla ice cream. Then I was suddenly inspired to make a milk shake. But I didn't want plain vanilla and didn't have any syrup in the fridge. Luckily, I found a can of Hershey Syrup in the cupboard. I'm not sure why I have the can, but I do remember buying it. Now I have a can of syrup, but no way to poke a hole in it. My mom always had a a can opener on the side of the fridge just like this one. She always used it to poke holes in can of juice and . . . cans of chocolate syrup! But I didn't have anything remotely close in my kitchen. My Kitchen-Aid can opener doesn't even have a bottle opener on the side. I even tried poking a hole in the can with a cork screw. Finally, I ended up taking the whole top off of the can and dipping a spoon in the can. After the ordeal of the can opener, I ended up with a wonderful chocolate milkshake!