sprinkle

Rainbow sprinkles on vanilla soft serve ice cream. There’s nothing more simple and sinful than that. Simple summer pleasures where a cool, sweet treat in the hot, yellow sun is about close to perfect as you can get. The sugary crunch of sprinkles, happiness being consumed as cold, smooth vanilla makes it’s way, melting down the throat. Sweet. Licking that ice cream from it’s served swirl to smooth, glossiness. The crunch of the bland waffle cone. Even better if it’s a brown, toasted sugar cone with a pointed end. The waffle cone has a flat bottom, but a sugar cone let’s you bite the bottom and suck the ice cream out that way. There is a temptation to bombard your ice cream with toppings, but I think true joy lies in simplicity.

I remember being a sophomore in high school and spending the lunch hour at Carvel, which was right next door. Wednesdays were ‘Buy One Sundae, Get One Free’. And we loved that deal. For lunch we’d indulge in ice cream, soft serve with hot fudge, caramel, sometimes wet walnuts, flying high on the sugar rush which was bound to crash us all by 1-2 pm. Ah, the joys of early adultish decision making. Mistakes abound.

Sprinkles just automatically make any dessert better. Who doesn’t like sprinkles? And why is rainbow always superior to chocolate? I mean, okay, I’ll admit chocolate sprinkles ON chocolate soft serve is pretty phenomenal, but rainbow trumps all. It’s childlike joy and happiness pitter-pattering in my heart. Anticipation and satisfaction of carefree summer days. Because at that point, fuck the diet – let’s just live in the now. The sound of the ice cream man driving down suburban streets, but he usually just sold prepackaged ice cream and sweet treats. No complains there. But there is something nice about freshly scooped or swirled soft serve. I’ve never been one for banana sundaes. Leave the fruit out of it; It’s not supposed to be healthy anyway. Ha! The jingle-jangle of the music coming from that truck, announcing it’s summertime guarantee of fun and tastiness, exciting children –

Author: Roe

29. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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