I dropped in on an old friend, Mr. Cake, in his place of work recently.
He owns and runs a cafe bar with his brother, which is always mouth-wateringly stocked with seasonal Sicilian pastries and delicacies, mainly baked by their elderly dad. As you can imagine, I enjoy dropping in on them very much.
Since my last visit to Sicily, the brothers have opened a gelateria next door with about 100 flavours of ice-cream made from fresh organic fruit, so now I like visiting them twice as much.
Mr. Cake booked a course of English lessons with me some years ago. He booked via a mutual friend who owns a language school which mainly teaches Italian to tourists, and had not realised he was going to get me as his teacher.
“Dagnammit. I would have could saved half my money if I comed to you without paying to Maria half the price like a agent,” he observed in his first lesson. “I didn’t know you was teaching this year.” I taught him the second conditional right away and his English came on a treat during the following weeks. Especially in the lessons to which he turned up bearing cake.
Mr. Cake and Mr. Gelato have very stylish taste and their new gelateria is beautiful. They also splashed out on exciting accessories for the place.
Yes that’s right. Let me show you that haiku poem again.
I think it began as a lovely thought describing sun-kissed fruits, yet somehow it turned into a drug trip evocative of painfully skinned knees.
I immediately offered Mr. Cake a few extra English lessons and he said, “Don’t to worry, is too late for save me now,” and offered me ice-cream instead. By the time I had finished my vanilla brioche filled with pistachio and mango ice-cream, I had watched the sun setting over the ocean as the fishermen dragged their nets in for dinner time.
Their rugged brown faces were grazed by sunrays while I enjoyed the sweetness of the mango, and I realised I had come to appreciate the beauty of the poem fully.
So it all turned out fine in the end.
The Dangerously Truthful Diary of a Sicilian Housewife 
Where in Sicily is this?
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It’s in Aspra, a small village close to Bagheria.
If you want to sample the heavenly ice-cream go to Bar Lorenzini….
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Aspra
Missed you. Welcome back. Hope you are having a good life in England, but nothing compares to Sicily wherever you go in the world. Thank you.
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My cousins the Nuccio family had a villa in Aspra I visited them from New York in the 90s so I know how beautiful it is
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So glad to see you posting! Your blog is exceptional. Thanks for sharing your life with us.
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Bentornato al bloghisfero! We’ve missed you. Ciao, Cristina
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Can’t believe it is 6yrs since I visited Sicily! Reading your post makes me long all the more for my return!
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Oh, nothing beats Sicilian sweets…yum. I can’t wait to get back there. I have not heard of Aspra, will have to look that one up. Grazie 🙂
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Loved the post especially the heading. Amazing.
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Usually those who go on holiday to Sicily put on at least 4-5 kilos because the food is all good and the desserts are fabulous. My favorite dessert is cassata, then obviously cannoli and foil. I, who was born in Sicily, also love Cheescake, custard and tiramisu. So not just Sicilian sweets.
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Ha haaa this is so true! My sister actually gained 8 kilos on one holiday 😂
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