Gelato Messina, Winsor, Melbourne

I am gutted.  Not because I broke my phone while I was on the other side of the world. Not because I lost some photos of icecream, cakes and deserts (along with other precious moments). Or because I lost my little notes reminding me of what flavours I was enjoying (or in some cases not enjoying), or where I was enjoying it. After bugging aussie Sarah for information on where we had that amazing icecream on my arrival into melbourne I went onto their website to work out what flavours I had (all I know is I had a nutty based Messina Special, with chocolate), and discovered something.  They do classes.  This was possibly the best icecream I’ve ever had and I missed out on their classes!!!  You won’t know this, but from time to time, I make my own icecreams and sorberts.  This was the opportunity of a lifetime and I missed out.  So I learnt two things about my visit to Messina.  Firstly, on very hot aussie days, always eat icecream in a tub (I’m the one with the cone).  Its just isnt possible to lick the damn thing faster than it melts.  Secondary, always do your research.  Im in bed at silly oclock in the morning with jet lag; Ive been home for 1 day; and Im already wondering if it is too soon to start planning my next trip to Australia.

My First Blog, Maddie’s Gelato and Waffle Bar

First, let get something straight.  I am not a foodie.  Foodies like to cook.  I usually end up charcoaling my food, and living off the ingredients I have in my freezer.  Foodies enjoy trying new restaurants and cafes. Whereas (till very recently) I dreaded going out.  I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.   I had been a normal happy thirty year old, and then I wasn’t.  In recent years there have been times when I have been too depressed to leave my bed. I have been claustrophobic.  I have been agoraphobic.  I have cried over the stupidest things. I stopped eating. I spent most of my time on my own, or working out.   I did what I had to do to stay alive and survive.

Things have been changing very recently.  Yes, my group of friends have got smaller and smaller, but my relationships have got stonger. I dont get that dreaded feeling because I have to step outside my front door.   It has taken me over three years, but I want to live again!  I want to learn the cello! And attend a stainglass workshop!  I have my freedom back.

Last year, one of my friends suggested we work our way thought the nine best local places, according to the Liverpool Echo, to have icecream.  It has taken me a while to build up the courage, but a week ago we finally visited Maddie’s Gelato and Waffle Bar.  I had the Maddison Fruit Garden Waffle, and it was nice (told you I am not a foodie). This is the inspiration behind me starting this blog.  Now seems like the perfect time to start.  On Friday I am flying to Australia.  Over a three week period, I am hanging out with friends and family.  But I have 6 days on my own.  It had been years since I have travelled alone.  And I am scared that I will be too scared to leave the hotel. So here is my plan.  I am going to go to different icecream parlours; and pancakes houses; and try different puddings. I know a pudding cant make you happy; it cant give you a hug; and it cant make you feel free.  But an icecream sundae can make you excited; a pudding from your childhood can comfort you;  and the search for a taste sensesation will set me free.

Im a different person today than I was 4 years ago.  But one thing has remained the same.  I still love my puddings.