Does anyone still eat snow cream, or has it gone the way of drinking from the hose-pipe, playing in the front yard and other once-harmless childhood indulgences that are now on a par with drinking lighter fluid in terms of potential for loss of life? I remember my dad putting on his boots and walking outside while I sat indoors hopefully monitoring the Snow Bird report. He'd return triumphantly with a small stainless steel bowl brimming with a drift of winter's first snow gathered from the hood of the car. Then he'd ceremoniously add sugar, milk and vanilla. The result was a flavor and texture combination so un-creamy, so un-voluptuous, so un-Ben & Jerry's, and yet so pristine as to crystallize in my taste memory like a perfect snowflake.
Then some asshole told us not to eat snow because of acid rain.
How about you?