Sugar and Snowballs

Did you know that cryogenetics and frozen treats have a long and honorable history? It turns out DuBois ice cream was started up by a cryogenetic. I may have to buy some caramel chocolate chip ice cream as a gesture of solidarity with my people. I guess I was reinventing the wheel with my experiments with ice cream and freeze pops. It seems really freaking obvious in retrospect, doesn't it? Yeah, I really need to research the history of my powers some more, or I'm going to wind up looking really stupid in the superhero arena.
I've been thinking of how I can use cryogenesis in my ordinary life if I go public. Whether or not I go pro, I'm going to be a cryogenetic 24/7 for the rest of my life, and I might as well turn that to my advantage. My powers (and a jug of syrup) can win me love and acceptance at any barbecue or picnic. I can drive my own little ice cream truck around and listen to the jingle all day. Hey, a girl's gotta dream.
I'm totally paying my respects to my superhuman heritage (figuratively, of course- my power isn't hereditary) by my quest to create the perfect sno-cone. This has required some rigorous experimentation, of course. There are a lot of variables, such as temperature and granule size. I stayed home while my parents and sister went out, put on a swimming suit and sunscreen (just because I can create ice doesn't mean I'm immune to skin cancer), hauled a jug of grape syrup and a plastic cup and spoon outside, inflated the big rubber ring and floated around the pool idly practicing my cryogenesis. I generally don't go swimming when there's someone else nearby, because the water gets cold awfully fast, and people would wonder why I'm the only one without blue lips. Of course for me, every weather is swimming weather. I practiced making tiny grains of ice with each hand, and crunched into the results to test their texture. The ones that passed the test got doused in syrup and eaten. I dumped the rejects into the pool, where they vanished without a trace. I'm thinking I need to spend a lot more time in the pool, especially since we have a hedge right next to it where I can hide large chunks of ice. The ferns are already full of hail balls, and my mom wonders why they're looking kind of wilted. Oops. I water them as often as I can to get rid of the evidence. My mother sees this as a budding interest in gardening.
My tongue is so purple right now. For the record, the ultimate sno-cone is soft and powdery on the inside, with a crisp (but thin) shell. It's really hard to compensate for the syrup and the sun, but I am a consummate professional, and diligently practiced until I got it right.