Gelato is ice cream. It’s just made a bit differently than ice cream that is still called ice cream. Those differences can be easily looked up on the Internet. The thing about gelato that is really different are those little, plastic shovels that have replaced spoons. They tend to be pretty, many different tints, and it just seems a shame to toss them, once you are done eating the gelato (which is more expensive than ice cream). You pay more for less. Maybe the point is to take tiny bites & savour the expense of the experience?
I have learned that I have to stop saving everything that I think is pretty. If I don’t I will become just another hoarder. So, yesterday, in commemoration of purchasing my tenth punch-card gelato, I arranged a little photograph session to show off my collection of gelato spoons (mini shovels) & bid them a fond farewell. It was not that easy. As soon as I tossed them, my inner Martha Stewart started pulling at my brain, thinking of a new style of tiara for Princess Melita Bonaparte, one that would be compelling & go with every thrift store rig in her wardrobe. Things like that make hoarding seem harmless. It’s not like that episode when I saw frozen cats being removed from a deep freeze. Oh, from gelato to dead, frozen cats, what a horrid digression!
And, what at first glance looks vaguely like a cellular mobile device is really the punch card that allowed for my ‘free’ Melt treat.
All of the above was enjoyed @ Melt-Westfield Centre, San Franciso.