In the Beginning

There was the word and the word was ice cream.

Well, that is two words and a trifle blasphemous perhaps but the sentiment stands.

I think subconsciously I always believed that my love of ice cream would, if not diminish, at least become less childishly joyous as I sidled into adulthood. In this, as in so many other things, life is proving me wrong. My love has matured into a beautiful obsession that, as a London dweller, enthusiastic traveler, home cook and greedy pig, I have plenty of opportunities to indulge.

This is my space to wax poetic about gelaterias, recipes and favourites. All is ice cream.