My earliest memories of ice cream begin from here. I am a kid…7-9 am not sure! The summer vacation to my Grandma’s place is the fun filled activity of every child back in the 80s. My maternal uncle, takes me around the city and introduces a variety of snacks on the go! He teaches me to be silly, snobby and care-free. Something that runs in the family. The trait that I’ve long forgotten!

So, when I came across this cassatta ice-cream in an Indian store, a little child in me…popped up and brought the smile on my face.