When life gives you lemons...

...make lemon gelato?

Or at least that's what I think should happen.  I'm a lemon gelato fan.  I go to the gelateria and I am determined to try something different...but then I can't.  It's so cooling.  So refreshing. So clean.  There's nothing quite like it!

We went into one of the newer gelaterias today (yes, they already know my penchant for lemon), and they were out of lemon. Impossible! And worse, inconceivable! I tried and I tried, and after considerable reflection (and tasting the equivalent of a single cone's worth of gelato), was almost reconciled to a combination of tiramisu and caffe.

Just then, Miriam (the daughter) walked in and overheard the problem.  She cheerfully indicated that it was no problem, the gelato only needed to be frozen, 5 minutes and I could have my fix.

Five minutes? Of course I'll wait five minutes for lemon gelato.

Her dad, Massimo, had to run out to get the (prepared liquid?  Wasn't clear)...whatever. He winked as he left and said that it might be closer to thirty minutes before it was in our mouths, but I said no problem.

He walked back in within a few minutes carrying...a bag of lemons.  Yes, you guessed it.  I was about to have lemon gelato made just for me.

Fifteen minutes (and one cappuccino) later, she came out bearing a stainless steel container of ambrosia.

Love,

Alexandra
(I did suggest to Jim that I tell her I'd changed my mind & I'd just as soon have strawberry -- but he said they might not think it as funny as I did, even if I told them I was only joking)