“I wrote something today, but I can’t post it yet,” I told Mitchell.  We were on the L train heading back to Brooklyn after seeing Tori Amos perform at the Grand Ballroom.  “It contains information about someone, and I asked them if I could post it, but they want me to wait until they have a chance to tell more people.  So now I have to write about something else.  What should I write about?”

“Jimmies,” he said matter-of-factly.

Immediately following the Tori Amos show, we went to a bar with Priscilla and David.  Somehow, jimmies came up.

“Why are they called that anyway?” Priscilla asked.

“It’s totally a New England thing,” answered David.

“I have no clue,” I said honestly.  “My iPhone is dying.  Look it up on yours.”

As it turns out, the name is accredited to a man named Jimmy Bartholomew.  Supposedly, in 1930 Jimmy started working for the company that invented the confection.  His job there was manning the machine that produced the sugary treat.  (Another interesting fact that Wikipedia taught us about jimmies: in the Netherlands and Belgium, they are know as hagelslag and are used as a sandwich topping.)

When I was younger, I used to put jimmies, commonly know as chocolate sprinkles, on vanilla ice cream.  More accurately, I used to put vanilla ice cream on jimmies.

My mother had little glass bowls that I loved to use for this tiny meal.  Imagine a cup of chocolate sprinkles topped with a scoop of ice cream.  Often the ice cream would melt before I finished eating it, transforming my dessert into a sort of sprinkle-soup.  It was glorious.

I would hold the glass bowl up and look at all of the cylindrical delicacies drowning at the bottom, awaiting their annihilation by way of my spoon.  Once I was finished, the brown sugary bits would be stuck between my teeth, a rather unattractive sight.  However, this prolonged my snack.  As the jimmies dissolved from my teeth and onto my taste buds, I enjoyed the delicious saccharine aftermath.

These days, when my mother drives up from Virginia, she brings containers of jimmies for me.  I think that she still deems me capable of eating snacks like those that I constructed in the little glass bowls.  Don’t be mistaken – I love dessert, but currently I find it difficult to exhaust a giant tub of chocolate sprinkles.

Or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough.

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Jimmies Then (above), and Now (below)


4 Responses to “Jimmies”

  1. Tova Says:

    In some countries, jimmies are condoms.


  2. Ashleigh Says:

    Tova, are you saying that some people put condoms on their ice cream? Ew.

  3. bryan Says:

    they call them hundreds and thousands in the uk. and i think they’re gross.

  4. Tova Says:

    nonono hundreds and thousands are the little round ones. we also call them freckles.

    The chocolate ones are chocolate sprinkles. Or sprinkles, for the coloured ones.

    Bryan, if you think they’re gross, try fairy bread. Butter and sprinkles on wonder bread.


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