The crazy snowstorm has me thinking of snowstorms from my childhood.  Growing up in Arkansas, we didn’t get a lot of snow.  Any snow we got felt like the most magical and amazing thing ever.  I can only remember one honest to goodness snowstorm. Well, I thought it was a snowstorm at the time.  I think I’ve changed my qualifications for snowstorms.  This week’s storm had thunder and lightning.  I’m talking LOUD thunder, crazy bright lightning.  It was crazy!  That’s a storm.  If your snowstorm doesn’t have thunder and lightning?  I’m not sure you’ve got a storm.  The one storm that I remember from way back when gave us a foot of snow and no school for a week.  I thought it was the most spectacular thing that had ever happened.  The whole world seemed to shut down.  We couldn’t get to town!  I pretended like I was Laura Ingalls Wilder.  My mom?  She became a magician.  She made us snow cream.

What’s that you say?  I’ve been reading posts on facebook all day on the origins of snow cream.  I thought that everybody knew about snow cream.  When I talked about looking up the recipe on the internet my husband thought I was crazy.  Snow cream?  Huh?  He looked at me like I was crazy.  What the Hell is snow cream?

When I was a kid, snow cream was the best part of a big snow.  My mom would gather untouched snow mix together some sugar and spice like a chemist and give us ice cream made from snow.  From what I gathered on facebook yesterday?  Snow cream is a Southern thing.  I figured I should share the recipe so that the next time it snows in your neck of the woods you can become a magician for your kids.  It’s tasty and a bazillion calories.  I ate so much of it last night that I got a stomach ache.  My husband?  He was grossed out by the whole thing.

Snow Cream!