This superfluous post about gelato is really just a method of procrastinating and not studying for midterms. But that doesn’t make it any less true.
Some people say “nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels”. Well I want to know what those people are eating, because I would wither away long before I got skinny enough for it to be better than gelato.
Let me start at the beginning: my mom likes to tell me ad nauseum that when I was a baby I was a pain in the ass when it came to feeding me. Apparently I would eat in tiny spurts and then get distracted and want to be a part of whatever was going on around me. Food just wasn’t as interesting to me as the rest of the world.
This all changed when I was 7 months old and went on a family vacation to Italy. It was really hot and everyone was eating gelato so as my first real human food, my parents decided they should give the poor baby a little taste.
Rome: 1991: My first ever taste of gelato. Look at that determination in my face. No one was stopping me.
It apparently was the best thing I had every encountered in my life. And I had encountered some great things: crawling, little rabbits that would play classical music. Suddenly nothing else in the world mattered. My mom said that for the rest of the trip, people would hold gelato and I would face them and open my mouth, expectantly. I still do that actually sometimes, ask Rebecca. I was still a terrible eater, but when it came to gelato, I was the happiest little baby nugget in the entire world.
Rome, 1991. Apparently Lady Gaga was there to witness my demolition of crema gelato.
And that trend continued. Growing up I was the biggest brat when it came to food, existing solely on pasta with butter, chicken nuggets, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts cut off. But I could never get enough desserts.
Rome, 2004. There is just so much I want to comment on, and so little time.
However, as much as I LOVE cupcakes, and cookies, and brownies, and froyo: there really is nothing in America as delicious as gelato. Every single time I come back here I am reminded of this and just want to eat as much of it as I can before I leave. What’s my favorite flavor? That’s impossible. They are all so delicious, there is not enough time in the world for me to get my full of each. And now that I’m traveling to all different countries each weekend and eating my way through countless pastries and ice creams, I can definitively say that gelato trumps it all. I can never wait to get back to Florence
Florence, 2010. Bet you didn’t think one person could have so many pictures of themselves eating gelato in Italy, did you?
So in conclusion: to those of you who think “there is nothing that tastes as good as being skinny feels”: even the 7 month-old version of myself knew that it was worth having to kick my legs a little more to have a taste of that delicious, sugary, creamy elixir. If there is one thing I’m going to miss most about Florence when I leave here, its the abundance of gelato on every corner.
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