Gelato

THE FLORENTINES CLAIM GELATO WAS INVENTED by the Medici’s family architect, Bernardo Buontalenti, in 1565, when he churned it up during a banquet for Francesco I. Coincidentally, 1565 happens to be the same year Francesco married the seventeen-year-old Austrian Duchess Joanna, so I fantasize this was where the great tradition of hubby offering wife ice cream to bring a smile to her face began.

This is just my imagination, because the facts are that Joanna was miserable all through the marriage—homesick for Austria and fed up with Francesco’s philandering. He’s suspected of poisoning her; she died in childbirth at age thirty, and Francesco quickly married his mistress.

Still I think it’s in the best interest of gelato folklore to imagine they had one happy gelato moment together before the crash and burn.

There are countless places for happy gelato moments in Italy, with just a couple of caveats. Be sure to check for a sign that says Produzione Propria, Nostra Produzione, or Produzione Artiginale, which mean “homemade” in Italian before you go in. And never buy from a shop that has overflowing tubs of gelato—that means they’ve been artificially pumped. Finally avoid yellow banana or bright green pistachio gelato, which means somebody tossed some imitation coloring in there.

Like all Italian food, gelato flavors vary with what’s in season and whatever’s growing in the region. I’ve found amazing cipolle (red onion) in Tropea, truffle-flavored gelato in Alba, and carciofi (artichoke) in Venice. Be adventurous.

Here are some suggestions for the best:

Rome

Florence

Venice

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Gelato! Italian Ice Creams, Sorbetti and Granite by Pamela Sheldon Johns