It's here, Its now, Its Gelato

Go ahead, read the sign. I'll wait.
Now, if that description isn't enough to getcha then just keep on reading.

I've heard Gelato described as the goo they scrape off the insides of wine barrels. Sooo not true. This stuff is like homemade ice cream only better.

Thanks dug. dug is the guy who convinced me that I should try Gelato. Who is dug?

I don't know.

He lives in Utah, skis, bicycles, loves toilets and candy... and has a very patient wife. I like to read dug's blog. It's simple, down to earth and goofy. Sometimes Cycle Guy tells me, "Don't read dug today." He is my parental block. Then I know that the toilet talk has gone a little too far for my naivete. Click here to link to dug's blog. Don't worry, I linked you to a good one about candy. Chocolate covered cinnamon bears. hmmmm.

dug loves his Harmon's supermarket. Click here to hear him rave.

Well, to fulfill my own curiosity and at the request of my husband, I asked Jill to take me to this (dug's) Harmon's. The main reason for our visit was to see what all the excitement was about Gelato.

This is what I was expecting.

Okay, that's not very focused. But you know, when you go to a convenience store or buffet and they have a soft ice cream machine where you get your own cup or cone and fill it up? Nope.

This is what I saw.

What is that? Like 18 flavors. So many choices. Of course the girl behind the counter said we could taste them. I'm really trying to be a grown up these days. So I tell myself, "you can try one." I wanted to try them all. I wish I would have, who needs to be adult anyway? I tried Blood Orange. Very sherbety. Very orangey. Not bad at all. That's what I ordered. So grown up. So mature.

Check it out, she even stuck a yummy little tubular wafer in the top. Fancy! When I looked at that cup I thought, "wait, we need these to go". We were on the road to the airport. So I asked, "Are those cups disposable?" "Yes," the Gelato Girl replied, smiling, "and dishwasher safe!" That's all I needed to hear. Those cute little cups flew home with me.

Jill tried and ordered Mixed Berry. She gave me a taste. Even BETTER. Wish I had tried that one first! It was rich and creamy. Waaaay better than mine. It's okay though. Mine was good too and I'm a grown up so I didn't throw a fit and ask her to trade. I wonder though because she gave me her last few bites.

I wish this was my neighborhood Supermarket. We don't even have Harmon's where I live. No I am not whining. I'm too grown up for that.

Tonight Cycle Guy and I are going into the city. I may spend my entire day searching the web for places in Seattle who serve Gelato. He must try it and I need to try it again and again and again.

Do me a favor, if you are ever traveling through Utah. Make a stop at the Draper Harmon's. Maybe they should change the name to dug's Harmon's. (It's right at the junction of I-15 and Bangerter Highway.) Try the gelato. Oh... but maybe there are other gelato counters around... find them. taste it. savor it. And then come back here and tell me all about it.

What's your favorite flavor?