Sprinkles

Yes, sprinkles. I'm gonna rant about sprinkles.

Today my family and I biked part of the Erie Canal, and part of that trip is always stopping at Abbotts, which is right on the canal. So anyway, I go in and look at the flavors, and none of them are really jumping out at me. So I'm contemplating this, deeply contemplating this... like seriously thinking really hard about it, and I see this girl walk out with ice cream that is covered in sprinkles - and I mean seriously covered, like drenched, like, there may not have been ice cream under there covered. Well, I see that and I think, hmmm, I haven't had ice cream with sprinkles in a long time. So I order chocolate custard with rainbow sprinkles.

And as soon as I get it, I remember why I never get sprinkles. They're just so freakin inconvienient. I mean, they're blocking the ice cream for pete's sake. And they just keep falling off the cone like Niagara Falls as I walk out. I feel like little Hansel and Gretel leaving a rainbow sprinkle trail all the way to the bench. And then when I get there, I'm so worried about not letting my ice cream drip everywhere (I think the sprinkles weigh it down) that a stuck my thumb through the cone. yup. Broke a hole right through. I'm that talented. My mom goes, "good thing I didn't name you Grace!" and I mumble back my usual retort, "that would have been mean" between frantic licks. By now my ice cream cone is like a train wreck... it's got a thumb sized hole in it, stuff it falling off it everywhere, I probably look like a four year old with chocolate ice cream all over my face, and suddenly, we're passing around our cones. "Who wants to try coffee toffee" and "want some black rasberry." Isn't it obvious that my ice cream cone is a disaster zone? So then of course, my brother comes in for a lick and almost topples the whole percarious structure, and there's ice cream all over my hand because of that thumb-shaped hole in the side of the cone. Now I realize the wisdom in my mother's strategy of grabbing like a million napkins.

So I'm eating this ice cream cone, and there are like three solid layers of sprinkles until you get to the actual ice cream, which by now I've even forgotten is chocolate. And I'm not really enjoying it. First, sprinkles don't taste good. Especially not a mouthful of sprinkles by themselves. Then, centuries later, when I finally dig and tunnel my way through the sprinkle covered mountain that is my uber melty ice cream disaster, all that's left is chocolate. Plain chocolate ice cream is boring! Plus, by the time I'm to the point where my ice cream cone is manageable, everyone's done. Apparently, my disaster relief effort took longer than I thought. Darn.

So yeah, that's my sprinkle rant. stupid sprinkles.