Well. If you open the door and there’s snow on the ground, Rhema will rush out and start feasting like she hasn’t had a meal in years.
So when my friend A sent me a recipe for Snow Ice Cream we were really excited. We bundled up and braved the blizzard in search of the fluffiest, 2 1/2 quarts of non-yellow snow we could find.
“Here ya go, Mom!”
Rhema started snacking early… just in case we ran out.
Back at the ranch, we quickly mixed into our snow 1 cup of sugar, 1/2 cup of ricemilk and 1 teaspoon of vanilla…
before Rhema could eat it all.