Growing up, we always tried to sit down for dinner as a family a few nights a week. My parents felt it was important to get a glimpse into my day at school, talk about my friends, schoolwork, and current events—and maybe even gossip a bit. Walter Cronkite was an occasional background guest on the TV. My memories of these evenings are still very vivid after all these years.
There’s a charming ice cream and sorbet shop in Paris, on the Ile Saint Louis near Notre Dame, called Berthillon. They make THE most wicked ice cream and sorbets. Walking in, you’re immediately transfixed by the vibrant rainbow of flavorful colors flirting with your eyes. Your mouth is literally mouth-watering before you even get to taste them. The tongue-tingling smack that hits your mouth from their lemon sorbet is like a volcanic eruption of sweet, pucker, and freshness. If ever there’s a “wow” factor in ice cream and sorbet, they’ve nailed it!