If you have never lived in or visited Baltimore, then you probably never truly had a snowball. These are NOT SNOWCONES or fake imitations from Rita's Italian Ice. There is nothing like a snowball on a hot day. We went to Opies, which is about a 2 minute drive from my parents house.
Snowballs hold a special place in my heart for 3 reasons: 1-I grew up eating them with my grandparents in the summer, eating grape snowballs with marshmallow with vanilla ice cream. I so loved those days when I was little.
2-I got my first work permit ever when I was 16 to work.....at a snowball stand! I loved this job!!! Free snowballs anytime and I got paid a whooping $4.25 an hour to slave away in a little shack on the corner sweating out strawberry snowballs.
3-If I hadn't been working that night 15 years ago (probably right around this date and time) a lady asked if she could post a flyer about new Labrador puppies for sale....that night after my shift we got our dog Daisy, who sadly passed away to doggie heaven a few months ago (tears in eyes writing this). So snowballs to me aren't simply shaved ice doused in neon color syrups; they are a part of my being, especially in the summer.
My favorite is chocolate or egg custard flavors......until you have one, those flavors sound a bit bizarre. Emma had her first one of many last weekend. When I was little, I usually got 1 of 2 flavors-grape or skylite, the aqua blue color. I got Emma skylight and true to her Baltimore blood that runs through her from her me-mom and pop-pop, she LOVED it! Oh, and Lacy, the new dog loved them too. There isn't anything like it on earth. So if you happen to be in B-more, you must must must get a snowball in the summer-it'll be the best $1.50 you'll ever spend.