I have a confession to whisper. I’m not a big fan of ice cream. I am never going to be the woman who hits an emotional trauma and weeps into her tub of ice cream while wearing whimsical pyjamas. When that happens you will find me in M&S Food buying all the pork based products to mainline with a vat of vimto.
There are times that require ice cream. I think turning down a 99er is a moral failing and if you are in Italy gelato is inhalation is mandatory. A lot of ice cream tastes of vegetable oil and air to me.
I feel like I’m missing out when everyone else is in raptures but I can join in when my mother in law cracks out the Aldi Gianni’s Soft Scoop Vanilla Ice Cream. It’s creamy, substantial and I always want a bigger bowl. No monkey blood* with required!
*Was horrified to learn recently that not everyone calls the raspberry sauce from the ice cream van ‘monkey blood’. People must think I’m a sadistic primate loathing weirdo. I’m not, honest.