It was summer in the early 1990s when, standing on the curb next to the Mister Softee truck, I first asked for extra sprinkles. The colorful candy gems, a simple treat, felt indulgent to a broke 20-something, just out of college living in New York City. I watched in anticipation as the ice cream server rolled the vanilla soft serve ice cream through a bowl of sprinkles and handed me the wobbly masterpiece in exchange for a few dollar bills. How the flimsy cake cone held the melty tower I was never sure, but it did.
This is delightful, and I'm so happy you found a group of like-minded friends who like sprinkles! <3