Usually Angelo and I are pretty good when it comes to our diet, limited carbs, lots of protein and veg. But tonight was cheat night, Fridays we have ice-cream. Yes, ice-cream in Italy IS all its cracked up to be. We go to a small place called “Cesare” literally 10 metres from our front door, to this small little 1950’s Italy styled diner.
We walk, and eat our ice-cream along the streets of Italy. The dream. Ice-cream makes you think of all the good things in life, it tastes sweet, it’s cheap, and it’s always better when shared. Overall it just makes you happy, I mean who can be side while you eat ice-cream?!
Naturally I had a meltdown about how fat I’m going to get after eating it. My darling of a husband was able to calm me down and convince me that he would always love me. Haha, girls, we’re a handful.
So ice-cream, that is my miracle, literally happiness in a cup. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that I live in a country where ice-cream is a food group.