Whenever I am at the cusp of taking on greater (and exciting) responsibility, I tend to briefly fall back to all things that are small, cute and colorful. Perhaps, it’s my own little ritual of sorts to delve into the memories that define myself. I am not entirely sure. As much as I am wholly ready to embrace the challenges ahead of me, I still find parts of me drifting in carefree nostalgia of yesteryear. Perhaps my friends don’t share that kind of odd nostalgia for all things colorful and sweet, and instead, they look for things bigger, better, and brighter. However, I think there is a small part of us that wistfully pines for cotton candy, sour belts, and rainbow sprinkles.
We may not all pine for those things specifically after all, some of us believe sprinkles taste like chalk. Me? I think sprinkles are the stuff of colorful magic–they may not taste good, but they have this powerful draw of whim and fancy. I still think that sprinkles are the fairy dust of childhood, and that is an equally powerful sensory experience!
I am thinking about this more lately since most of my high school friends have finally left my hometown. It’s sort of like the end of an era that was filled with the collector’s obsession with charm bracelets and giggly mini-high school reunions. I am cognizant of all of this since I can’t conveniently dispose of my extra pint of homemade ice cream or overload of cake and cookies at a friend’s place five minutes away. Oh, the troubles of being a compulsive baker…
This weekend was kind of a project to sum up all things magical about growing up. At least, I thought that is what a funfetti cake personified.
Just Lychee 