Gelato tastes like summer. You know the one.... the summer of childhood....like the smell of chlorine & sunscreen. The feeling of a squishy sand and soft grass under your toes. That feeling of a warm shower and comfy clothes after a day at the beach.⠀
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Having had a lot of time of going nowhere, you really get to think about where you’ve been. Italy has been on my mind, but it’s nothing grandiose. It’s the little things, like the drippy scoops of gelato while sitting on a dock and watching the most fascinating people walk by.....it’s my kids eating pizza and sipping Fanta while giggling with their friends in the comforting warm and cozy glow in Tuscany....it’s hearing the rain from a summer storm, pouring outside, while we eat dinner and have conversations with our friends in Lake Como. ⠀
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What do all these memories have in common? Food and people. A couple of the best things on earth, that seem to be at the root of every good memory and story. It’s not about the place as much as it is about everything else. You don’t have to go to Italy to make lasting memories. Great memories can happen just about anywhere.⠀
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That’s my hope for this summer. That in all of its normal imperfections, that the memories that last will be about the things that matter. I’m talking shared: meals, time, stories, and laughs. We missed a lot of that last Summer, but I’m really hoping we can make up for a lot of it this year. ⠀