The Taste Of Cassata...

I remember when I was a kid, my mom asks us to come soon after playing because dad has said we are going to shopping. It was a long distance travelling where all shops were adhered in one place and good to choose. For its distance, it looks like to me like we are going to a foreign country. I’ll go shouting in joy that we are going to shopping and I would leave earlier, my friends would become sad in thinking of the short time of playing with me and would never play without me.

I was not keen in shopping but the yummiest thing that makes me go crazy to go there was Cassata Ice Cream.

It’s a practise my dad gave us that whenever we go there, we get down at a stop and near to it is a famous ice cream shop and cassata is very deliciously special there. We go there as a family of four and always have ice cream whenever we go for shopping. The owner of the shop remembers us very well and always wishes my dad while receiving bill and smiles at me while we are leaving. I remember the small indoor plantation that was there in his counter table. There would be a pair of dark brown sofa on either side where two can sit on each, so as seven sets of sofa roughly. After ordering, the waiter uncle would go to the back peaking into a hole where inside one man was engaged in making and delivering of it. I noticed the split a.c. inside the shop, dark coloured walls, dim yellow lights that makes the surrounding look like candle light at night.

Dad used to ask individually about the selection of the ice cream. When dad asks mom she said she would eat cassata, and my brother did said the same, and asked me who was a very little kid who doesn’t know about anything other than dashing my eyelashes. My dad said cassata is tastier so now you can choose it and ordered four cassatas. That was the first time I took cassata in my life and has never dropped it till date. Oooooo what a taste!! From that time on I was choosing cassata everytime my dad asks me. My brother was keen in trying different styles of ice creams and will tempt me to try different by saying he will get a bigger one as he chooses something else to taste but I stick to cassata. My dad and brother would say me that go and try for another but my mom says order her, she likes that. Later everyone where on the way trying different taste but I’ve never ever felt a temptation to try something else and have never regretted for it too.

I remember the cassata we ordered will come standing with two vapours stabbed on either side and a sweet red cherry on the top. I will first take the cherry with excitement and then eat the vapours and make the cassata lie down with two spoons provided. The layers of the pink cream with nuts, the thin sponge cake, the brown, the light yellow, and the pink ice creams was so delicious to see and couldn’t wait to eat it. I usually have a tendency to take the less liked items first and go for the craziest item in the last. I would take the sponge cake first then nuts and some ice creams and then mix match and eat every colour.

Then we’ll go to shopping and it would be late while we come out to catch the bus. I usually find myself sleeping in my mom’s lap while coming. She would wake me up when the bus is about to hit the stop. I remember waking at the same place many times where I find darkness decorated with sodium street lamps and shop lights. My best loved moments. What that makes me enjoy my crazy cassata was that I eat it along with my family together. If I were alone, my cassata would have a bitter taste. May be the love, the togetherness with my family was the taste of cassata I had. May be if any ice cream after I have tried would have the same taste where it’s not the taste of my favourite but the taste of my family... The taste of my family is what I felt with cassata,

I will never ever forget...