“i” = India my Mother’s birth place“i” = Israel my Father’s birth place I’m really sad that I still haven’t been to India, and I’ve only been to Israel once when I was seventeen, and although I don’t have my own pictures to share with you, I have the stories.
I’ve threatened to write their stories for half a century (good grief!), perhaps this will nudge me to start.
About a year before my father died I interviewed him at my kitchen table.
“Where were you born?” I said
“That’s not important. I was born in bed,” was his answer.
[oh man, I've already got tears running down my cheeks]
“i” also = Italy our favorite European country, and “i” = Italian ice cream
When in Rome do as the Romans do When we’re in Italy of course we eat ice cream every day.
It was a happy day when we discover the Italian gelati chain GROM, in Turin.
GROM’s mission is to make gelato the slow, old-fashioned way, with top quality, mainly Italian, seasonal ingredients, and no artificial colorings and preservatives.
As you know if you’ve been following my blog for a while, GROM followed us home to Southern California. Their Malibu store opened two years ago.
In Italy I learned to combine limone, a fruit sherbert, with something made with milk like Nocciola (Hazelnut), or coffee…
Earlier this month on our way home from walking on the beach in Malibu we stopped at GROM. I had mandarin orange sherbert, with mint chocolate. OMG
If I’m at an American ice cream store, I’ll usually order vanilla, because I think it has the least additives and colorings.
Do you have an “i” story to share with us? What is your favorite ice cream?