After GW graduated from culinary school in May of 2009, he traveled to Italy for a 3 month internship. He spent the first week at the Italian Culinary Institute for Foreigners in Costigliole d' Asti, Italy.
|ICIF school. I would have a hard time studying in such a beautiful place.|
|GW and his classmates at ICIF.|
In August, Maggie & I traveled to Italy to see the sights and visit GW. He was working at a restaurant near the town of Busseto, which is about 90 miles south of Parma, in the Emilia-Romagna province.
Our week in Italy was quite an adventure...much too long to recount in just one post. Suffice it to say, anything that could go wrong did go wrong! I will recount some of our adventures in future blog posts. Tonight, as I saw Maggie's post about gelato, I could almost taste the smooth creaminess of true Italian gelato. We sampled enough of it during our week in Milan that I consider myself somewhat of an expert. We were expecting warm weather during our stay because it was the middle of August. However, we did not expect a record-breaking heat wave. To add insult to injury, the Europeans have a very interesting attitude toward air-conditioning. Most of the buildings were equipped with air conditioners, however, because all of the doors and windows were also open, you could hardly tell the difference between the temperature inside and outside of the buildings! I thought that a nice glass of ice water (I knew better than to ask for sweet tea) would keep me cool, but I soon learned that there was only one ice cube in all of Europe and it was on loan to France the week we were in Italy! So, even though it was hard, I forced myself to eat gelato to keep cool. It is hard to describe the creamy texture of true Italian gelato to anyone who has never tasted it. And the flavors...everything from vanilla & chocolate to cantaloupe and pineapple.
|You can see that I ate gelato at all hours of the day...and night!|
Even though we were walking everywhere we went and sweating some pounds off during the heat wave, I realized that I couldn't eat gelato to cool off all the time. One afternoon when we finished a tour of Milan, Maggie & I found another way to cool off that didn't add any inches to our waist and didn't cost a penny.
|Dangling our feet in the fountain in front of the Sforesco Castle in Milan, Italy.|
After reading all of this, I suppose you are wondering what the title of this post means. I'll give you a hint...it's in Italian and describes what eating gelato is like. I'll leave it to you and the Google translator to figure it out.