Italian Odyssey – Part 3

The After Effects of  Gluten Free Canolli and Gelati in Rome

Ok, now is time to finally  fess up to a day of cheats which  took over a week to get over.

We took Heidi and Mark to the Rome airport two weeks ago and decided to have a spot of gelati and a gluten free canolli (a gluten free canolli in Rome who would have thought?) as we really thought we could get away with it just the once.  Hmm….is there is there no level of self deception my mind is not low enough to stoop to?

So off we went to Rome and we started with a small gelati, which 2 years ago I thought was spectacular.  After one taste it went into the straight into the bin.  In classic Ian style he ate all of his. 

How much of taste is about a habit of remembering something was good and then projecting that memory onto it?  I think is accounts for a whole lot.

The Grand Canolli 

We spent ages travelling to the gluten free canolli place (said the be the best canolli outside of Sicily) and when we tasted it , it was sweet and just nothing.  A few bites for me, but Ian decided to eat all his and mine as well!  I warned him of the cheat symptoms so he stashed it away till later.  It turned out he scoffed it that night.

I think Ian’s little boy had taken over Ian’s grown up body and the little boy was doing what it used to do when he got a chance to eat sugar, scoff.

Now for the final finale the “the best gelati in Roma”.   We lined up outside the Gelateria in a long queue, (wow! This gelati must be really good!) and finally ordered our gelati in a cup.  I tasted it and all it tasted like was sugar.  I had really expected something with loads of flavour but the sugar  just completely overwhelmed the other flavours of the gelati,  I can’t even remember what flavours I had as they made no impression on me whatsoever.  The taste of just plain sugar is not that interesting to me at all any more but…..

I still had about 4 spoonfuls before I threw it in the bin, the old memory habit kicking in to tell me this should be good.  After all I used to love it.   To say I was disappointed wouldn’t be describing what I felt.  It was a complete let down.  This is funny considering I rave on about sugary foods being just so sugary I can’t taste anything else, but Roman gelati?   That just seemed so wrong.

The Aftermath 

Well, I thought, I didn’t really have too much in the way of cheats, so surely I won’t suffer too badly.  I suffered all right.  I was so tired the next day I slept for most of it.  Ian too, although he’s more of a stoic and tries to keep going.  We were tired the next day and the next day.  We were peeing like we did when we had  started the program, a lot!  We felt awful!

So that is my confession.  I am definitely NOT perfect but I’m lovely anyway, or so my darling Ian says.

See Italian Odyssey part one here  and part two here