Don't Eat The Yellow Snow... it's a myth!
I grew up in Florida where "snow" is a concept on a Christmas card.
And, before frost free refidgerators, sometimes what kind of looked like snow accumulated in the freezer.
The biggest lesson I had been taught (in case I ever did get to see snow) was "don't eat the yellow snow" which made a ton of sense.
Well, actually it did snow once or twice when I was very young - still in grade school - it even lightly dusted Miami one time! Wow.
So now I'm in Colorado for a bit - and everything is so sparkling white, all the trees are frosted, and chimneys wafting out the delightful smell of wood smoke. There is a thick layer of fluffy white, about a foot deep, everywhere.
And I recalled that wisdome of the yellow snow thing.
So I tried it out.
BTW, my definition of a good yard is one that is big enough and private enough you can pee in it without disturbing the peace.
Anyway, sigh, I have to say I was very disappointed. The snow just melted. It doesn't turn the snow yellow at all.
There is no way you can possibly eat yellow snow.
Dang, another childhood myth busted. Guess I'll put yellow snow along with Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.
I guess the good news is... I won't ever have to worry about eating yellow snow! LOL