Once upon a time we went to Texas to see my Sister and my niece. My niece has a boyfriend, which is so very weird unto me, but this boyfriend worked at a place called Rita's. So one day we all went to visit the boyfriend at the Rita's.
This my friends, is the Gelati. Italian ice topped with custard. I recently remembered how much I loved this and now I can't get it off my mind. It is haunting me day in and day out. Infiltrating my mind like a delicious parasitic treat. It's pure torture to be hundreds of miles away from the nearest Rita's (Arizona) and I can do nothing about it.
Have you ever been to a Rita's?