When we were growing up my dad would make us ice cream everytime it snowed. He would tell us how when he was growing up on a farm in New Mexico his mom, my grandmother would make creamy snow for him and his sixteen siblings. We would always get so excited knowing that we were eating the very thing he used to get as a treat when he was growing up. We have tried making it with all kinds of mix ins but my favorite still remains the plain old vanilla he would make for us growing up.