Posted: 12 May 2014 - David Lebovitz
Rats! It used to be my dream to open
an ice cream bar. But then again, that’s coming from the guy who thought that
no one in America would be interested in bean-to-bar chocolate, no one in Los
Angeles would ever buy artisan bread, and who sold his Apple stock when it was
38 per share.
As I’ve been traveling around the
U.S., I’ve noticed all the artisan places that have popped up, everything from
local olive oil at San Francisco airport, folks distilling whiskey in big
cities, and people waiting three hours for a plate of smoked meat. Am not sure
exactly how to explain this phenomenon to people who live outside the United
States, but whatever triggered it, I gotta say, I’m swallowing my words.
However perhaps I was ahead of the
curve because after I’d written my ice cream book, I played with the idea of
opening an ice cream shop (unfortunately, not with any
money I made on my Apple stock), where I imagined myself
churning away all sorts of flavors, using bean-to-bar chocolate (after I got done
kicking myself…), artisan breadcrumbs (don’t get me
started…) as well as local fruits and berries.
While on book tour,
I met a number of swell folks who handed me their battered copies of The Perfect
Scoop for me to sign, worn down from being passed around the
kitchen of visionaries who had better insight than I, and opened ice cream
shops.
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