Texans treat winter like it’s the end times. The forecast says, “possible ice accumulation,” and suddenly the whole state becomes a live episode of Walking Dead  but with more Suburban and fewer zombies. People rush into H-E-B like they’re preparing for seven months underground, loading carts with milk, eggs, bread, two watermelons, and a family-sized brisket because “you never know.” The funniest part is the ice itself. Other states get actual snow. In Texas, the “storm” is usually one...