The Search for Whimsy
Book Club by Karin Jurick I put sprinkles in my coffee yesterday. I don't know how to froth milk, so I was worried I'd pour the sprinkles in and they would just sink to the bottom, but instead I had tiny pink hearts floating in my lukewarm coffee. Sprinkles, unless you are a psychopath or addicted to corn starch, do not actually taste that good. No one eats sprinkles plain, unless they are the sugar crystal kind. But the point of sprinkles is not to taste good. It is to make food fun. The purpose of sprinkles is entirely based on increasing the joy of eating food. Sprinkles do not restore room-temperature, almost-black coffee to the vanilla latte I wish it could be. They do, however, make the lukewarm coffee worth drinking. We live in a busy, overwhelming world. A world which is, at best, a crumbling shadow of what it once was, and at worst, an actual burning hellscape. The world is filled with wars, pain, disease, hunger, death, grief, and loss. But the world is also filled w...
