Perche No?

Gelato, Helado, Glace . . . or as we know it, simply ice cream.
One of the most delicious and favourite, eat-any-time, desserts to finish off any meal. Yet I cannot resist it at any time.
As a very small youngster, as a special treat I was occasionally given pocket money by grandma to buy an ice cream on my way home from junior school. How was I to know that would grow into an obsession?
Years later, I have an overriding memory of a busy little shop just off Piazza Maggiore, the central square in Bologna, Italy, with the nondescript name of Perche No – Why Not. A strange name, I thought, but it was probably there that I was introduced to my first real Italian Gelato – creamy, intensely flavoured, and yummy.
Since then, I have learned to appreciate the delights of une glace in France and el helado in Spain, and that delightful frozen yoghurt in California.
But the peice d’resistance was when I bought my own ice cream maker just over a year ago. I have been experimenting ever since. I have tried all sorts of recipes and flavours, and enjoyed every one of them. I have my favourite which surprisingly is a straightforward vanilla. But these days I reckon I always have relatively freshly made ice cream in the freezer. I love it!
And, of course, totally ignore all the sugar and cream that goes into making it. Aah well, more calorie burning exercise tomorrow!