The snow ice cream known as “zurbett di neve” is an old tradition passed down by our parents just like the snowman, which turned our cold days into festive ones. The snow was the ice cream that came from the sky. It filled us with excitement, and we would stay enchanted watching from the door’s glass how lightly it fell and then gradually covered everything like a blanket. We couldn’t just watch it, and when we finally got permission to go outside, it was a celebration. My mom, who learned it from my grandmother, would come out, too, with a wide smile, a bowl, and a spoon. She would fill the bowl with fresh snow and then at home, she would prepare the much-awaited zurbett for us.