All winter, ever since I read Little House in the Big Woods to Colin, Alex has yearned to make snow candy the way Laura Ingalls did. All winter we’ve had no more than an inch of dirty snow at a time. But today – at the end of March, in Baltimore – we woke up to three inches of fluffy white. Today was the day.
To be honest, I didn’t care for the flavor. Or the texture. And I know that Michael didn’t care for the job of cleaning hardened candy out of the pitcher we used to pour it on the snow. But the experience is something Alex can always remember. She made snow candy like Laura Ingalls.