So much for my day of building snowmen and making snow cream and generally frolicking in a winter wonderland. Half an inch of snow does not a winter wonderland make.
Believe it or not, it actually used to snow 'round these parts. It wasn’t often, but we’d usually get a couple of “snow days” each year. I would bounce around the house with barely-constrained excitement until my mom could scrounge up the appropriate winter clothing for me. Once outside, I would sled on “hills” that were barely more than an incline and I would make snowmen covered with dirt and leaves, but the highlight was always the snow cream. I’d be sent outside with a big plastic bowl with instructions to fill it up with clean snow and bring it back in to Mom, who was waiting to work her magic.
The basic recipe is:
1 cup milk
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 large bowl of snow (about 3 quarts)
Blend milk, sugar and vanilla. Stir in enough snow to make the mixture an ice cream consistency. Eat immediately, have sticky fingers, and be happy for hours.
Because people can’t leave well enough alone, there are now all sorts of variations using chocolate milk mix, fruit, heavy creams, even an egg for an eggnog taste. Just say no. There is nothing better than plain old snow cream. In fact, May*field Ice Cream has a snow cream flavor. They know what’s good.
But with a paltry half inch, no snow cream for us today. Stupid stupid weathermen!
