by Danielle Kercy ’26
“Bring back sprinkle munchkins!” I say to anyone who will listen.
Dunkin’ Donuts used to sell plain munchkins covered in rainbow sprinkles that my elementary classmates would gladly brawl over. To be fair, they didn’t taste particularly better than the other flavors. The sprinkles added a crunch and a hint of sweetness, but that was all. Those munchkins were a lot messier than the others. Sprinkles would get everywhere, and they were too small to properly clean up, but they brought color. Every time I opened a 50 count box of munchkins, a rainbow greeted me.
As I grew older, the boxes grew less colorful. Most times, I opened the box to see brown, tan, and white. It felt like the world was telling me, “Grow up.” Life isn’t meant to be covered in sprinkles, and it’s unrealistic to open boxes and expect rainbow sweetness every time. Growing up is accepting that. Growing up is learning to appreciate natural coloring instead of red 40, blue 2, and yellow 6. Society isn’t topped with sprinkles, but I don’t mind it anymore.
I find myself liking powdered munchkins more and more.
