Wednesday, January 9, 2013

And Dancer and Prancer and Vixen and Comet.

In the library of the long-legged man (well-ordered, comprehensive, quite wonderful), I came across this photograph by Elliot Erwitt:

The Collegiata di Santa Maria Assunta, San Gimignano,
Tuscany, 1965.


I spent a distant birthday in this place, just off to your left. A theatre troupe would practice on the steps in the afternoons and I'd sit and watch them while rekindling my love for ice cream.
 
I think of places in Italy and associate them with ice cream flavours. Bologna is blackberry, Assisi: candied orange peel and fig. San Gimignano is pistachio, served by a friendly white-haired man with no English, but we understood each other just fine.
 
Before my trip, Aida invited me for breakfast and gave me a copy of Elizabeth David's Of Pageants & Picnics, to read on the plane. I thought of her as I sat on that shell-shaped piazza in Sienna, which is lemon and lime.

After she died, Braam gave me her ice cream machine. Italian: of course!
No instruction booklet.
But research reveals that the machine's paddle is called a dasher. I'm liking that, a lot.
 
Experiment 1: mango/chili/mint
Thrilling. Good.
Experiment 2: avocado/banana/honey
The gelato of my dreams.


There is a freezer in my future.

2 comments:

Petro said...

Beautiful, soos altyd.

the sourcerer said...

dankie Petro!