Snow cream

Since I live in the south, we do not get snow every winter.  On the rare occasions over the years that we got enough to accumulate, my mother would always make snow cream.  Nothing like ice cream, this is a lot better.  She always used evaporated milk, sugar and vanilla.  No set recipe, just add the ingredients until it tasted like you wanted.  Fluffy or soupy.  We had a big metal bowl and spoon that she always used.  Add it all in, stir it up and dish it out. 


After both of my parents passed away and we started cleaning out their house, there was the big metal bowl.  Under the cabinet, waiting to be used again for that once a year treat.  I brought it home where it made its way under my cabinet in anticipation of a good snowfall. 


It snowed this week.  The second time since I have owned the bowl and spoon.  I made snow cream.  For a few brief minutes I was back in one of my childhood homes where my mom was adding just enough milk and vanilla to turn it from white to off-white.  It was a rare treat and one that reminded me of a time long ago. 


Thanks mom for sending the snow.  I had a bowl for you.