There is really no art to this. No rules, no steps to follow for success. Which, I suppose is the rule. I come from a long line of snow eaters. As a child, I was taken to the slopes to ski at 18 months. All the way up in the sled, I had one hand in the sled for balance, and the other was scooping snow for consumption. Does it taste good? No, ofcourse not. Is that the point? NO. It's like caviar. It's the rarity of it that makes it divine... not the taste. Only this caviar requires no manners or etiquette.
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