Meadbh
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Those wooden spoons...I remember the way they felt on the tongue when the ice cream had melted away. Brings back another ice cream memory. In Ireland in the fifties we didn't have a fridge so when Sunday dinner was to be followed by ice cream it was my job to run to the store, buy a little block of ice cream and run home as fast as I could before it melted. Then the block was wrapped in newspaper to insulate it and when dessert was finally served tie ice cream was just perfect...firm but soft at the same time.
I'm from Ireland too, and I remember that so well, although I grew up in the fridge era! My favourite block icecream was Neapolitan: strawberry, vanilla and chocolate. Do you remember the wafers?
When I was 17 my parents and I went to Italy. My Dad had been there as a young man and had many fond memories. I'll always remember the day he introduced me to cappucino. We had walked the streets of Rome for hours. We sat outdoors at a little trattoria opposite the Parthenon. The coffee was dark roasted, the milk was foamy, and there were chocolate shavings on top. We sat there watching the Romans gesticulate and swoop by on their Vestas. Buon giorno!