Snow Cream

We had a good old fashioned blizzard this weekend. Handy Man was in Dallas for work. I was playing pioneer woman - tending to the horses, fueling the tractor, crock pot cooking, chopping firewood. Chopping by the way is an over statement. Chopping meant positioning the hatchet in a crack of the log and then using a mallet to drive the hatchet deep enough to split the wood. I am pretty sure that had I actually tried "splitting wood", swinging an ax like Paul Bunyan, I no doubt would have either lost multiple fingers, if not my entire arm.

After dinner cabin fever was setting in. I had a genius idea. A little research on Pinterest and I found a quick and easy homemade ice cream recipe using fresh snow.

SNOW ICE CREAM
1 c. milk 1 egg, beaten 1 tsp. vanilla 1/2 c. sugar Beat well until frothy. Place mixture in a large bowl and add enough clean, fresh snow until the liquid is completely absorbed by the snow.

I gathered the pilgrims and we set off to make some snow cream. Unfortunately, my Brown Eyed Girl was surprisingly reluctant.

She said, "Mommy, we don't eat snow. Snow has poop and pee in it."

"Honey, this is fresh snow. It does not have poop or pee in it. See, look outside. It's falling from the sky right now and I am going to go scoop it up before it gets dirty."

She said, "What about rabbit poop?"

"Honey, we will get it from the deck. The rabbits don't come on our deck. Boji hasn't been on the deck all day. It's clean snow. Mommy wouldn't let you eat yucky snow."

She said, "Promise?" Really?!?! Like I would feed you yellow snow kid.

"Promise."

 

One large egg.

Milk.

Vanilla.

Thank goodness this recipe was easy to divide for equal contributions from my little chefs.

Sugar.

And  more sugar! The secret to yummy ice cream.

Mix well.

Pioneer woman, with no make up, out to venture the elements in search of poop and pee-less snow.

Ahhh pure, white, clean snow.

Mixing.

Ta-Da!
Yummy, frosty, homemade vanilla ice cream.

And the critics think...

it's Gah-mazing!

Even better with sprinkles.

A LOT OF SPRINKLES...

Mmmmm.

Both kids experienced their first brain freezes. My Brown Eyed Girl didn't understand why I called it a brain freeze. It was funny none the less.

I Scream.
You Scream
We All Love Snow Cream!