“Despite all my other anxieties, as I set about the recipe--- grinding sugar, boiling it to a syrup, then clarifying it with egg white to draw off the impurities--- I tasted a sweet edge of hope. My customers often proved resistant to change, and yet this frozen delicacy promised innovation married to the familiar. After all, what could be more English than peaches and cream? I knew instinctively that it would prove more popular than Persian sherbet, and more suited to this weather than apricot tarts.” HopeIce CreamInnovative Book:The Art of a Lie Source: The Art of a Lie
“The ball of iced cream was nestled in a crystal dish. A pale orange in hue, it was studded with bright green pistachio kernels and glistening slivers of lemon peel. The flavors mingled in my mouth, sweet orange, sharp lemon, and the earthy bitterness of the nuts. Better than anything my mother had made. I forced it down. We were in Hannah's kitchen. She smiled at the look of rapture on my face. "I tried beating it periodically while it was freezing. It has greatly improved the texture. I am trying out other ideas too." How innovative she was. I smiled at her fondly. The queue had been out the door when I'd arrived, and iced cream was the demand upon everyone's lips. Hannah had three flavors on sale now: peach, raspberry, and the one I'd just tried, which she had named "Royal Ice.” RomanceIce CreamInnovativeFlavorsIn Demand Book:The Art of a Lie Source: The Art of a Lie