It had its ups and downs, much like the
terrain we were crossing. We were hiking along the coast to get to each town,
so sometimes a cold gelato was perfectly refreshing…as long as I ordered the
right flavor. Basil and lemon was my favorite combo. The creamier, chocolate or
berry-flavored ones were a little heavy for that kind of climate. The heat and
humidity was oppressive enough on it’s own without the sick-feeling of too much
sugar or milk. In the end, we did it! (Although Super Husband didn’t sleep much
that night, thanks to all the caffeine.)
Strangely enough, we weren’t sick of
gelato yet (hooray for reasonable portion sizes). So, upon our arrival in Rome,
we scouted out a gelato to eat on the Spanish Steps, Roman Holiday style! We had about one a day from then on, although
the “last” one turned out to be so bad (strange, considering it was from the
“famous” gelateria Giolitti) that we decided to have another, small one, just
to end on a happier note. Most unusual and unique flavor? Tartuffo from a shop near Piazza Navona. It’s made with truffles!
Quite the delicacy and worth every euro!
My recommendation is to stick with the
fruit and herb-flavored gelati. Anything else can be a bit overwhelming, even
in small portions. You can’t beat the price there, either—a gelato costs the
same as a very inexpensive soft-serve cone here! And it’s WAY tastier! I think
there’s a conspiracy—American manufacturers are perfectly capable of making
some semblance of gelato (BREYERS, I’M LOOKING AT YOU!), but they think they
can slap on a high price sticker, just because we tend to view it as a “foreign
delicacy.” For goodness sakes, people, it doesn’t actually get shipped from
Italy! There’s no import cost to offset! So quit gouging us for this HEALTHIER
and yummier version of ice cream! (They just want to keep us fat and broke.
Seriously.)
OK, rant over. I really did live out my
“gelato dreams” in Italy. Mmm-mmm!
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