For me, shaved ice or nieves raspadas equal summertime. They are what I remember most from my childhood summers in San Luis, Sonora. I knew at just what time the “señor de los raspados” would pass by, and every day I’d try a different flavor. All the syrups were delicious: vanilla, tamarind, pineapple and coconut. But the one I liked most was strawberry. Until this day, 30 years after those summers, strawberry syrup remains my favorite. Today it’s the first nieve raspada flavor my children ask me for when it gets hot outside.