Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
Eating snow, p. 10
Eating Snow - When snow was fresh, my mother thought it was pure enough for us to eat. And once she took a dish-pan out into the yard and filled it with snow with her gloved hands. Then she brought it into the house and put vanilla and sugar on it and we spooned it into our cold mouths — my brothers and I. What a miraculous transformation — to make ice cream from snow! Not in the kitchen, not with indoor equipment or the ice box or the Green Mountain hand-turned freezer, not with the hair-netted cook or the washed bowls, clean spoons, purified everything, but just a big pan in the outdoors full of snow.
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