I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream. ~ Unknown
Loyal followers, I am in Miami this weekend sans ice cream maker (it doesn’t quite fit in a carry on) and to be honest, I feel naked. You know, I’ve come to rely so heavily on the ice cream maker and poof, it’s gone for a few days and I just don’t know how to function! I’m having withdrawal. There, I said it.
For some reason, I feel like I am in a 12 step program this weekend. The first step is:
We admit we are powerless over
alcohol ice cream—that our lives have become unmanageable.
Ladies and Gentlemen – I am starting a very long path to recovery! (I promise it won’t happen while writing this blog, that’s for sure!)
But I digress…
It’s pretty clear that while on vacation it’s impossible to make ice cream . No matter how hard I try, I can’t travel with an ice cream maker. So instead I decided that while traveling it’s important to do a little reconnaissance for the blog. You know, a little field work to taste new flavors, see what the “locals” are eating, and get new ideas for you, my fellow eaters. I will consider my vacations “research” and see what my competition is!
Anyhow, there I was soaking up the beautiful sun and really enjoying the company of great girlfriends. Yet, before heading to the airport I
wanted needed to get some ice cream. While pondering where to go a nicely tan, shall we say mildly shriveled and perfectly toasted topless older gentleman crossed my path at the beach yelling “ice cream, get your ice cream.” I thought that my prayers had been answered! He came over to my beach chair to show me his ice cream selection, and you know what it was? Klondike bars and frozen snickers. FAIL! I think he must of seen the look of disappointment on my face when he said “ma’am this ‘aint ice cream; ice cream is sweet cream at subarctic temperatures.” Ding ding ding!! That my friends, is my new mantra.
At that very moment, we left the beach on our quest to find real ice cream. We asked another overly tan gentleman (do you sense a theme here?) where we could find some good frozen treats and he pointed us in the direction of DolceVita Gelato. As we headed in towards the store the man yelled behind us “eat at your own risk.” Really? I should have known then…
A block later we arrived at the aforementioned shop. Upon entering, I felt that the pressure was on! Would this gelato live up to the famous gelato shops in NYC or the outstanding ice cream parlors in Argentina? Better yet, what if the mere taste of the gelato were to make me second guess this entire blog, out of fear that my ice cream concoctions will never live up to this famed frozen treat?
To quell my fears I tasted 5 different flavors: cookies and cream, dulce de leche with chocolate chips, mint chip, tiramisu and super sweet (yes, that was the name) dulce de leche. Honestly, after each one I thought really, each time hoping the flavors would get better, but they didn’t. They were pretty bland, and some of them even tasted stale (can ice cream taste stale?).
But, I felt it was against every principle I stand for to refuse a gelato. So I ordered 1/2 dulce de leche and 1/2 mint chip and dug in. If I were a critically acclaimed ice cream judge (I wish!) I’d give it a 4. Honestly, nothing to write home about and really quite a waste of a few hundred calories.
Oh well, as they say on 365scoops, there’s always next time!
Speaking of next time. Stay tuned for chocolate ice cream with marshmallow fluff and fudge chunks (it’s 100% kosher for passover!!).