woke this morning thinking of you my friend. it is snowing outside. the snowflakes small and glistening, landing in cotton balls of soft wetness on the ground beneath my window. i remember when we were young. on snowy days: we built snowmen and would use my father's pipe and laugh each time because my father didn't smoke the pipe. it was a gift he saved just for us and snow days. we had block snow fights and chased each other and then, when were were tired, we made snow angels and fairies. we played until our fingers were frozen, our noses and cheeks red and our toes damp despite the boots and layers of socks.
then when we could stand the cold no longer, we would come inside to big bowls of tomato soup and toast or crackers and steaming mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows (a big treat to have both). we would mush our hands on my mother's face and laugh when she shivered. we would stick our hands down each others backs and laugh out loud at the other's reactions.we would collect fresh, clean snow and watch as my mom made snow cream (ice cream made of snow) which we ate until our insides were as cold as our outsides had been,
then, when it was dark but way before bedtime, we would go out again. but this time it would be different. a snowy night is a wonderland of diamonds, starlight, moon-glow and hushed sounds against approaching silence. late night stragglers would be coming home from work and everyone else would be inside. everyone but us. we would sit on the front steps with my mom inside watching us. we would stare at the sky and the ow and imagine our future. where would we be? what would be doing?we wondered but it really didn't matter. tomorrow didn't matter other than whether or not we had school. growing up was in the future. now we were all about the beauty of the night and the joy of sharing it together.
what do i remember most? i remember believing in fairies and magic and possibility. i remember believing anything could happen.
it is snowing still...it's supposed to be a snowstorm. i am here watching the snow and thinking how young and innocent we were back then.i still believe in magic and fairies and possibility. i don't make snow angels or fairies but i will participate in the odd snow ball fight although now i am more inclined to want to kiss in the snow as opposed to snowball fight or even make snowmen.
i am sitting in my chair ... reminiscing and i want to wish everyone a happy snow day. try and remember the joy of snow as a child and then put some of that joy into your day. have soup and hot chocolate or later tonight sit and contemplate the beauty of snow. make snow cream. remember the fun you shared with friends then call an old friend and reminisce together.
snow days can be good or bad. it just depends on your outlook.
Orange Creamsicle Snow Cream
6-8 cups of snow
8 ounces whipping cream
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon orange extract
1/4 teaspoon orange gel coloring
Scoop clean, fresh-fallen snow into a large bowl (don’t panic about making the measurements exact and don’t pack the snow. You want it to be light and fluffy.) Stir together the whipping cream, sugar, orange extract, and orange food coloring until the sugar is dissolved. Pour the cream mixture over the snow. Using a spoon, stir the mixture together until it’s creamy. Add snow by the scoopfuls, if needed, until the mixture resembles ice cream. Scoop into bowls & serve immediately.
Chocolate Oreo Snow Cream
What you Need:
- 1 Gallon Ziplock Bag
- Snow!
- Vanilla Extract
- Chocolate Nesquick Powder or Hershey syrup
- 1 Cup Milk
- 1 Cup Sugar
- 6 Oreo Cookies
- Bowl
How to Make:
1. Crunch up the Oreo Cookies and place in the bowl.
2. Add all ingredients in the bowl and mix well.
3. Add Snow and mix quickly and well.
4. Add more Nesquick or Hershey Syrup to taste
5. Enjoy
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