
While walking on 23rd Street towards the Hudson River to catch the display of Fourth of July fireworks, my friends and I stopped for an ice cream cone at one of the many trucks dotting each corner along the route from subway to river.
I ordered my favorite, a simple vanilla soft-serve cone dipped in chocolate. But, in a moment of genius, I asked the ice cream man to top my dipped cone in coating of chocolate sprinkles! Delicious! A perfect marriage of textures and flavors! How did I not think of this as a child?!
Because I now feel like I have to make up for nearly 30 lost years of chocolate-sprinkled ice cream cones, I’m certain that I will have a problem in the warmer months ahead. Even though the ice cream truck that is parked outside my restaurant everyday is very convenient, I’m not sure my belly will appreciate this new endeavor…