eating snow ice cream
We finally got some fresh snow yesterday and last night. The boy and I retooled the luge tunnel. I groomed the steps to our mini-hill and the girl and I tested the hill. Better with every snow. We had friends over yesterday and the kids had fun climbing all over a creature of unknown species that us mamas were attempting to make. It was perfect snowman snow or snow camel, snow elephant, snow blowfish . . . While the boy and his sister were wishing their friend was back to play I ran in the house for a big bowl, spoons and a large measuring cup into which I splashed cream, sugar and vanilla. We found an untouched patch of fresh snow to scoop into the bowl. Then the boy poured in the cream mixture and I mashed at it with the whisk. Snow cream! I’ve never done this before but I’ve heard about it. It was much better than I thought it would be. Maybe because we made it ourselves. Some things are like that, yes?
Okay, no comments about acid rain please, don’t spoil the fun!
