The competition . . . continued!
Here’s an update on our ongoing challenge to determine which of Vista Magazine’s suggestions for gelati, ice cream in Florence, we consider the best. Our sampling last week included 2. The first one was Carabé. It’s owned by Sicilians, so includes some typical granite, slushes alongside the normal offerings. We opted for gelati. Emerson sampled the fichi, fig and a second flavor, pistachio. I had a half scoop of mandorla, almond and another of nocciola, hazelnut. Of his two flavors, we each preferred the pistachio. Of my two flavors, we agreed that the nocciola was the best. Then on to Gelateria dei Neri.
We crossed town and found Neri very close to Piazza Santa Croce. The interior was charming, so we felt as though our 15 minute walk had already been rewarded. Em selected ricotta and alongside, prugne, dried plum. I opted for the same ricotta flavor, alongside their signature gelato, Crema di Giotto, which is a blend of coconut with caramel and chopped nuts. Although the caramel and nuts were very light additions, the coconut was tasty enough to carry the flavor. Em thought the ice cream was a bit on the creamy side, but still agreed that of the two gelaterie we sampled, last week’s winner was Neri.
So, the 2 that had risen to the top after last week, were Veneta from week one, and Neri. We went into town again on Saturday to check out the final 2 listed in Vista: Vestri and Rivareno, which are on the same street. At Vestri, I wanted to try Vista’s recommendation, chocolate almond. In my hometown of Middletown, Ohio, a store called United Dairy Farmers opened down the street from my house and we bought milk and ice cream there. Well, guess what my favorite flavor was? Right, chocolate almond. So I walked into Vestri with the intention of comparing theirs with my home town favorite. Well, as luck would have it, chocolate almond was NOT one of the daily featured flavors. No. Not available. What?! I was primed for the taste.
But it was not to be. We had already decided on sharing a single small cup with two spoons because we really didn’t want that much gelato. I know that lots of people could eat a mountain of it, but I’m NOT one of them. So we had half a cup of nocciola and one of their other signature flavors, crema fiorentina, which is an equal blend of vanilla and lemon. The flavor was reminiscent of a creamsicle from my childhood. Cool, creamy and refreshing on a hot summer day. Yes, it was mighty tasty, but not the chocolate almond I was hoping for.
Then on to Rivareno. At our final stop, we opted for a signature flavor, Leonardo, which is toasted pine nuts for half the cup and a rarity: crema with balsamico, vanilla topped with balsamic vinegar. We had tasted that combination in Modena, home of balsamico and so were no strangers to the delightful combination. The friendly clerk scooped a generous portion into our cup and then drizzled balsamico on top. It looked like a traditional sundae, but it wasn’t. It was good, but the Leonardo flavor was better. Toasting the pine nuts gave them a particularly nutty taste that was really nice. We decided not to declare a winner for the third week.
We also decided to skip Grom, since it’s just a couple of doors down from our favorite bookstore, The Paperback Exchange, which means that we’ve gotten gelato there more than a few times. Their salted caramel is irresistable, but we wanted to try different gelaterie, so side-stepped Grom this time around.
So here’s what we’ve decided: We can’t disagree with Vista’s listing. We might add a couple more. For example, there’s a small gelateria very near the Ponte Vecchio, called Gelateria delle Carrozze, coaches (as in horse-drawn). They offer a coffee chocolate chip that’s pretty yummy. Sometimes they even have peanut butter flavor, which is unusual and always tasty. Carrozze is a walk-up ice cream bar—no need to go inside. Another good one is in Piazza Cure, called Gelateria Cavini, which is “across the train tracks” on the way up to San Domenico and Fiesole. I enjoyed their cioccolato messicano, Mexican chocolate a couple of years ago and still remember being wowed. Chocolate infused with cinnamon. Quite good.
We thought it was odd that the perpetual favorite Vivoli was missing from the list, as well as Perche No? and Innocenti (across the Arno). And of course, there are even more. In fact, the real difficulty in gelato comparisons is that it’s all about your own personal preference.
If you love chocolate ice cream, you’ll find many, many chocolates to enjoy. If you love pistachio flavor, look around—pistachio gelato is waiting practically around every corner. My personal favorite is noce, walnut. Well, the walnut harvest season has not yet arrived, so right now, it’s relatively difficult to find. But, I’m sure it’ll be a featured flavor within the next few weeks.
The best part about gelato in Florence is, well . . . you’re in Florence. If you aren’t swept up by the beauty and the wonder of the city, you haven’t looked around. It seems that almost everything tastes better in Italy. As you know, the Italians call their city Firenze. It’s a wonderful name I think because it sounds a bit like frenzy. For sure, my pulse quickens when we go into town. There’s so much to see and do. So much art and passion. And the gelato . . . well that’s just the finishing touch, simply icing on the cake, topping on the sundae.
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A Tuscan window and the view beyond
Ah . . . zanzare, mosquitoes! As you may remember from an earlier post, I AM mosquito food. I saw the chart, and I’m all of their food groups combined into the tastiest, zestiest, most complete form of nutrition possible for the little buzzers. But I will not go gentle into that good night (Nod to Dylan Thomas), and we have absolutely no intention of ever covering beautiful Tuscan windows with screens!
After a visit to the US this summer, I returned with a classic mosquito net. This little contraption is to be suspended over the bed, edges tucked in to secure closure and voila! A guaranteed blissful, stingless night’s sleep. Sound too good to be true? We’ll see.
How strange
Upon arriving back in mosquito-land, I unpackaged the net, which was held within an 8.5 X 11 inch thin plastic bag . . . including the hoop. Uh oh, I thought to myself. How can this be “full size” and big enough to safely enclose 2 people? But I suspended judgment as I slid my finger under the flap. 2 pieces dropped to the floor: a billowing flow of ecru color net and a hoop with a diameter of about 6-8 inches. What? I took up precious packing space to include this cheesy little experimental device in my suitcase? Upon viewing the minimalism of it all, I was beginning to feel a bit foolish and disappointed with my decision. It was then that I caught a glimpse of the two pieces of nearly invisible scotch tape around the hoop. I snipped the first piece of tape and nothing happened. NOTHING! I then snipped the second piece and something quite magical occurred. Suddenly, the hoop sprang from my hand and became the diameter of a small hula hoop. I’m not kidding! Miraculously, the small packable hoop lept to my rescue, becoming the key element that I had banked on to save my skin. With a new diameter of nearly 3 feet, I felt an emerging sense of personal satisfaction and possibility. Hmmm. How EXACTLY does this thing work? I was curious.
Perilous proposition
I climbed onto the bed with my small ladder and stood teetering in the center of the mattress that should never be stood upon—right where the net would hang. My simulation was a bit lacking. With a little encouragement, Em assumed the role of a slightly safer net-height-simulator. He’s 6’5″ so we got a pretty good idea about the distance that the hoop should be suspended above the bed.
Necessary stuff
Next? Well, obviously we’d have to install the cup hook (included in my nifty purchase) somewhere in the vaulted clay tile ceiling, which obviously presented a bit of a challenge. Then I remembered. We had bought lenza, fishing line for some patio furniture repairs, so we had the ideal, invisible, high strength solution for dropping the net to exactly 6’5″ above the bed. I was really pleased with the way things were going.
I found a spare key-ring and tied one end of the nylon line in two square knots which I learned how to do when I was a young girl scout. Okay, I was a Brownie. Em installed the hook into a wood ceiling beam—a slight compromise from dead center. He then looped the key ring over the hook. We tied the other end to the ring on the top of the net and the intricate installation was just about complete.
Our new friend Casper
Perfetto, perfect! The mosquito net hung like Casper the friendly ghost hovering above the bed. We spread out the net and entered the no mosquito zone to conduct a “test run.” Seemed good. Had possibility. We admired our work with unspoken self-congratulations and went about our normal routines. Every so often, we’d casually walk by our installation and smile approvingly.
The finished installation
Around midnight, we climbed into our filmy bedroom tent and slid spare pillows into strategic locations to minimize net marks on our faces in the morning. The ad-hoc technique worked like a charm. We felt like kids, camping in the backyard on a clear summer night. A cool breeze wafted through the open windows, which is the way it should be in a Tuscan farmhouse. There was nothing between us and the great outdoors to restrict our morning ritual of leaning out the window to admire the view and take in our first breath of fresh country air.
Ha ha—foiled again!
At 6 am, I awoke to a familiar buzzzzz. Oh, no! I thought to myself, still dazed from my deep sleep. THEY’RE back. And they’re here for only one reason: to sting me in as many new places as possible. I had momentarily forgotten about our new hanging invention and my heart sank with dread. Then my eyes opened, and immediately I saw the recently installed no-fly-zone. AND a nasty little mosquito! He was clingling to the outside of the net trying desperately to get at me. BUT he couldn’t! He buzzed and circled. He dove and searched. He looked for possible entry points finding nothing. No matter how hard he tried, he could not breach the new security barrier. I smiled at him. Okay, it was more of a smirk. I drifted back to sleep with the sweet “white noise” of a mosquito buzzing a safe distance from my ears—a sound I never imagined I would enjoy so much!
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