Loading ...Born and raised in northern Illinois up until the age of 12 when my family followed the Milwaukee Braves to their new home in Atlanta, Ga. I was blessed to have a grandmother who knew how to make snowcream. I remember going outside in the fresh fallen snow, usually measured in feet, not inches, and filling a bowl with the frozen white flakes. Running back into the house in great anticipation of grandma working her magic of transforming it into a winter delight. I cannot remember the exact recipe she used. I think she added a little milk, perhaps a dusting of sugar, but I still remember the awfully long wait as she used a can opener to punch a hole in the top of a can of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup. How painfully slow it seemed as the can grudgingly gave up the dark syrup. Finally, she would hand the bowl back decorated with its chocolate covered drizzle. Grandmas and snow cream, two of God’s gifts I have no doubt.
