The kids begged and pleaded to make snow cones from the fresh powder that covered the landscape yesterday morning. I hemmed & hawed … we had no syrups in the house & wasn’t snow bad for you?
Well, it probably would have been bad for me in New York City where I grew up, but out here? It was pristine.
So I handed them a squeeze bottle of honey & told them to have at.
They were thrilled, and I had an extra few minutes of quiet to putter about the house.