All in a word
I'm currently listening to The Handmaid's Tale by Atwood as part of my Feminist Reads Challenge.
While I could say so many things about the story as a whole, and about the frighteningly realistic nature of some of the plot points, today I want to talk about something else.
So why do jimmies speak to me? Why did a sudden grin cross my weary face when Atwood had Of-Fred describe a memory cone with jimmies on top?
Many years ago - the last time I saw myself as "a writer" - I had a simple picture book manuscript that I'd written. I even went so far as to go to a writer's retreat and share my words with someone to get critique. In it, the main character talks about jimmies. The person reading it recommended I change "jimmies" to "sprinkles" because no one would know what they were. I'd never realized it was a regional term.
That wasn't the only reason I was disheartened, but I did put that story aside and move on with my life. Still, I smile whenever I hear someone who doesn't live in my neck of the woods talk about jimmies. I love them, and I'd never disrespect the delicacy by declaring them simply sprinkles.
What do you call them?
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