The beer shake thing jogged a memory..
The woman whom I would marry was really quite thin, at least in the early days. I'd made the comment, (not knowing at the time that an honest answer isn't always the best) in answer to a question that she'd asked, that she was a little skinny. I was overseas at the time and while I was gone she started knocking back what she called "Brown Cows", which she described as sort of beer float.. Ice Cream with Dark Beer.. She said she gained 12 pounds. I fed her milkshakes (no beer) for the first two years, just to take the sharp edges off.. She was perfect, no matter what, but it really was a little uncomfortable at times in the first few years.. =8)