Snow Ice Cream (standard:non fiction, 196 words)
Author: Armadillo woman	Added: Dec 14 2005	Views/Reads: 3368/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Remembering one of Winter's most delightful pleasures.

Snow used to be clean. Back in the days when pollution wasn't so global
and we'd never even dreamed - in our most horrible nightmares - of acid 
rain! Snow was as pure as, well, the "driven snow." 

As I sit here listening to Christmas music I'm remembering some of my
"favorite things," one of which was Snow Ice Cream. 

Here's the recipe; a gift to a generation who will never be able to
enjoy it: 

Go out to the backyard after a snowfall. Find the biggest, fluffiest
snowbank that has been untouched by man and beast, and fill a big 
kitchen bowl with the magical ingredient. 

Return to the warmth of the kitchen where your youngest family members
await. Sit the bowl in the center of the table and gather the other 
ingredients: sugar, vanilla and milk. 

Add the ingredients "to taste" - stir and serve. 

I'm sure my memory of the taste of snow ice cream is much more delicious
than the actual concoction. It was a treat; but more than that, it was 
a ritual, a way to become "One" with the season. It was a rite of 
passage into winter. 

The end 


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