Later this evening, Sarah decided that she wanted to make some more snow cream, kind of a last hurrah for dessert snow. Our bowls that had been so full of lovely, fluffy snow in the morning had been reduced to metal bowls of cold water. So, I sent S outside to get some remaining snow that has not been touched by the dog. A full bowl was brought to the kitchen and I began to mix in the cream part. It got a little soupy for some reason, but I kept on mixing...until something little and brown surfaced. Oh no. I asked where exactly the snow had been harvested from and realized what the brown was. We live with woods in our backyard and lots of frolicking squirrels. They like to sit on our patio railing and eat our hickory nuts...and poop. YES. There was squirrel poop in my lovely vanilla snow cream. And I had tasted it. Wellll, scrap that batch. I sent her out for new, instructing her to skim off the top and to use her flashlight on her phone to make sure there was no yellow or brown in it. We tried again. Meh. Not nearly as tasty as our other batches, but you can't win 'em all. Heck, we were winning in the fact that we weren't eating squirrel feces flavored dessert. I know what my nightmares will be about tonight.
Gag ack barf....
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