Let's see, our discussion went something like this:
"We have quite a bit of snow. Maybe we should make some snow cream."
"I don't know what that is." (His response to most everything I say)
"You scoop up a bunch of snow and bring it in and mix it with milk, sugar, and vanilla."
"That sounds disgusting." (Same response to turnip greens for dinner)
"You grew up in multiple feet of snow. How could not have made snow cream? You could have boxed up the snow cream and sent it to us when we were little. You obviously have no concern for the snow-deprived children of the world. I don't know how you live with yourself. Make your own dinner...and then make me some."
I can't believe that people grew up without making snow cream. Now, we did stretch the "snow" at times and did end up ingesting dirt and a few gravels. Funny things happen when you are loosely supervised. It does make me feel good to know that Mayfield Dairy produces a snow cream ice cream flavor. Apparently, it is something only Southerners can appreciate, especially in our house.