We're still in the deep freeze. Hovering around zero degrees overnight, but at least climbing to 20 during the day. Hick sent me a picture on one of his FOUR trips to town. Granted, two of them were taking/picking up Neighbor Tommy for work.
That's ice from the water that seeps out of the rocks under the highway overpass. I don't know what made it blue. I don't recall any news of an airplane dumping its toilet over Backroads! I almost accused Hick of driving T-Hoe. Then I noticed the reflection of SilverRedO's red side in the mirror, and not the black flank of T-Hoe. Their interiors are quite similar, both being Chevrolet products.
Hick sent a message along with the pictures. "Ice siclices by hospitol." Isn't that cute? Not that I'm VALedictorianculing Hick's message. I'm sure Hick knew that ENGLAND IS AN ISLAND long before I did!
Anyhoo... when Hick was at home for a short interval, he blurted out:
"I know what I was going to say! Why don't we make snow ice cream?"
"Dad. No. Just no."
"I don't plan on making it!"
"Didn't you have snow ice cream when you were a kid? I did, because we were poor!"
"We were poor, too. My dad would bring us a bowl of snow into the kitchen so we could play with it, but we didn't EAT it!"
"Dad. Do you even know what's in that snow?"
"It's snow. It's only been out there two days!"
"It might be different if you mentioned this while it was accumulating a couple inches an hour. But not now. Not after it's been sitting in the yard."
"Huh. To make snow ice cream, you mix a cup of milk, a third cup of sugar, and a teaspoon of vanilla with the snow."
"YOU can. I have no intentions of making it. If it's so simple, YOU do it. I don't even think I have vanilla."
"There's vanilla, Mom."
"Well, I guess if you've seen some..."
"No. I KNOW there's vanilla, because I brought some with my stuff when I moved home."
"Okay. Find it for Dad when he makes his snow ice cream."
"I didn't say I was going to make it. I said we SHOULD make it."
"Okay. Go ahead."
Can you believe that no snow ice cream was made at our house?