As a child, the very sight of that creamy white pyramid of swirly whipped ice cream atop a flimsy wafer cone set my heart fluttering. The strings of that emotional connection still play when I glimpse the frozen balls of delight, so much so that I am a rabbit in headlights in a gelateria, the potential flavour combinations leaving me tongue tied in fear that I might make the wrong choice.

But this is a keeper, one taste of its heady, verdant sweetness and you’ll become smitten. Just as much at home in a cone or sundae glass, I am most often found in the candescent light of the freezer bulb, scooping straight from the container…