Sometimes, life is just a bowl of cherries.
Sometimes, it’s just the pits!
And, when it’s the pits, one thing that always makes me feel so much better is some cool, refreshing, fruity cherry sorbetto.
When I was a little girl in New York, one of the best parts of summer was when the Italian bakeries up and down Morris Park threw open their storefront windows and set up their Italian ice stands. It was special because the bakers only served up these frosty sweet treats during the few months between Memorial Day and Labor Day.
The Italian ices that I grew up with were nothing like the icy, crunchy snow cones that you might be thinking of. Nor did they have the slightly finer, but still crystalline texture of a granita. Instead, they were soft, silky smooth and bursting with fresh fruit flavor. Slurping one down after a hot, gritty day of running around with my amiche was pure bliss!
Back then, an Italian ice served in a white paper pastry cup would set you back around twenty-five cents. I don’t know what they cost now, but it doesn’t really matter because they’re nonexistent down here in my neck of the woods. You can find a packaged product that purports to be Italian ice in the ice cream freezer at most supermarkets, but trust me – it’s not the same thing. read more >>