Watching the snow fall outside (for the second day straight) reminds me of how my mom used to make snowcream for us. She'd simmer condensed milk (or more likely, "milnot", she loved milnot), sugar, and vanilla, then we'd bring in big bowls of snow and she'd mix them together.
She was always very careful about making sure we used clean snow, and we could never use the first snow of the season ("it's dirty, but it cleans the air so the next snow is clean").
She was always very careful about making sure we used clean snow, and we could never use the first snow of the season ("it's dirty, but it cleans the air so the next snow is clean").
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