Growing up, I spent winter vacations in Vermont and learned to love the annual ritual of making snow cream with freshly fallen snow. All of the grandchildren would set a bowl out on my grandparents' front stoop to collect falling snow, and my mother would whisk up a creamy base to fold into our stockpiles to transform it into sweet snow cream.
Living in Atlanta as an adult has made me appreciate this ritual even more, as we count ourselves lucky if we get a single snowstorm. Sharing the tradition with my own children has taught me a few tricks for making this annual treat more flavorful and longer-lasting than I remember.
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