An ice-cream Rorschach test

I was just out at the local ice cream store where I confronted a few annoyances, much bliss, and some random musings. So taking these in order...

A few annoyances: It's one of the gelaterias that is a heavy-weight foreign import, and makes much of this. A few years ago when they opened there were lines down the block. This I accepted with resignation (by just not going -- no ice cream is worth queuing that much for). But it must be said that they achieve something which seems so simple (because so many gelaterias in Italy manage to do it - and in other European countries as well, all to varying degrees of skill of course), but remains elusive at almost all the places I've been to in the US or Canada: the ice cream actually tastes like the substance for which it is named. So the dark chocolate has more intense chocolate flavor than biting into a bar (along with the icy creminess of course). The pistachio tastes like the nut, even more so than it looks like it (no need for pistachio ice cream to look especially green...)

(While I'm on this point, do you mind if I digress? No? Many thanks... There are two other things that seem so, so, so (!) simple yet are almost impossible to find outside Italy: a well drawn espresso and properly cooked pasta. Now I'm not going to get into the North-South debate in Italy -- whether you like your coffee in Naples or prefer it Turin is up to you, but there are at most a few places in NYC where you can get that kind of coffee. And no, I don't mean one of those obsessive Berkeley/SF style coffees, where the coffee roster mutters a dozen prayers over the roasting machine, and where the barista is hunched over the machine with the concentration of a scientist attempting cold fusion... Of this type there are now perhaps a dozen in New York. They'll make you a cappuccino with a 12-leafed frond on it, and even the macchiato has has at least a four-leafed frond on it. No, I want to pull up to the bar, order my coffee, get it a minute later, drink it in peace for a minute or two, pay, and then leave... And preferably in that order...

The other mystery is why it is so hard to get properly cooked pasta outside Italy. Not saying you can't get it, but it is sufficiently elusive that this alone can be the acid test of an Italian restaurant's quality. But I won't rave any longer....)

So getting back to that annoyance, they won't let you combine more than two flavors in the the smallest size take-away container. For that you must order the large. Why? There's room enough. And if you ask for two flavors on a cone, they put one scoop on top of the other (horror!) rather than the two flavors side by side, in harmony, where they belong...

Much bliss: As you've gathered, the stuff is good. Really good. Great, I'm not sure (bear in mind, great for me is truly the ultimate standard -- great food stays in my mind for days if not weeks, not unlike a great work of art or unfortunately the latest pop-tart tune I heard on the soundtrack at the gym), but good certainly...

And the musings: Let it be in the form of a question: Suppose you had two flavors, side by side, in a cup. Assume also you know exactly how each tastes (if necessary, then with a quick pre-taste). Then how would you go about eating the ice cream? I can think of 3 distinct ways, but I'm sure there are more... And I believe each one reveals something essential about your personality. Leave your reply in the comments, where I'll post my answer in a few days...

From all of this digressional ranting, you have gathered that I'm in need of a holiday. But succor is at hand in the form of an airplane ticket to Italy... South here I come! And North, you won't have to wait long either...

Have a great tail end of the summer everyone... More soon!

xoxo

BB

You'll cringe. You'll love it.

(Be sure to watch at least around 3'48" in the second clip....)

So much to love about the Eameses. Though you'll cringe every time the interviewer emphasizes Charles and puts Ray in the position of being the "woman standing behind the man", you have to love that wonderful 1950's formal diction and elocution. I would love to learn to speak that way, if only to deploy it for the course of an evening....

(I know I got this clip from some blog I read regularly, but can't remember which. If it's you, or if you know, please remind me so I can appropriately credit the source...)

BB

It's August. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking with it...

Ah, the month is marching along, left -right, left-right (or do I mean left-left-left-right-left... there must be some official military way of doing these things, no?) so quickly, so quickly. If I can continue my usual habit of mixing metaphors here, the sand has reach that point when suddenly it all falls through the hour glass. Hmmm, while my tan has been improving, my writing not...

Since words aren't quite working, here's a few snippets of the last few weeks:

* How BB tans in the summer. Normally, I don't, endowed as I am with the benefits of a naturally tinted skin. But did pick up quite a tan while earning my motorcycle license, 6 hours a day on the "range" (a road range, sandwiched between an incineration plan and low-security prison). This probably deserves further comment. See next point.

* Mid-life crisis not in progress: really, I am planning much better things for a mid-life crisis. Just thought it would be a good thing to know. After all, who knows when you might have to ride on the back of someone's chopper?

* Road trip: Up to Beacon, NY, which all of you who will be in NYC but who haven't don't it must do, to see Dia:Beacon. A wonderful museum of conceptual art focusing just on a few artists...

* Opening of the NYC showroom of the Tesla (the first electric car produced in the US).

* And a trip to Italy coming up soon!

Hope the congé is going wonderfully for all of you!

xoxo

BB

On the inside looking out, on the outside looking in...

On the way to Beacon, NY