Jimmy My Ice Cream

That’s what they call sprinkles or chocolatey topping bits around the Boston area and other parts of New England: Jimmies.

You can’t count on all Jimmies being GF, I have come across ones that use wheat as an ingredient.

Though I have heard more than a few people say the Jimmies are made of wax, I have never seen one that actually contained wax…

These ones are made in Germany. I paid something crazy like $2.10 at a local supermarket’s “health” aisle for an ounce. Thats about enough for a couple of dishes of ice cream, where I come from…

Their consistency is a bit “crunchier” than your average jimmy, found at your average ice cream parlor. They have more of a cocoa taste than other jimmies. And as far as size goes these jimmies are quite thin but a few millimeters up from a dimension that I would regard as hairy (and yes I have had hairy jimmies (they don’t tickle a bit) and they are quite appealing as they melt as opposed to crunch or squish as do some of the too big jimmies).

I want Ice Cream, now.

Necco Candy Gluten Free

The New England Confectionary Company – NECCO – makes lots of vintage brands of gluten-free sweets that perhaps you too grew up eating: Necco Wafers, Conversation Hearts/Sweet Hearts, Sky Bar and through acquisition Squirrel Nut Zippers…

I happened to work next door to two of their factories, at two different times, from two different eras….

Their original buildings still stand and are in the midst of gentrification. I have outlined on trace the classic logo long faded on the side of the funky buildings (circa 1901) in the fort point section of Boston.

(There was once a music joint – The Channel – on the location of where the autos are parked in the below picture. I occasionally spun vinyl and saw many a band there: Ramones, Ministry, Big Black, The Residents w/ Snake Finger, Sisters of Mercy….yikes, I could go on.)

When I worked near the other Necco location (not pictured) in Cambridge MA. there were large four or five inch hose connections sticking out of the building with labels like “corn syrup” printed above them; large trucks would pull up and hose-in ingredients to the plant through the connections. You could smell sugar cookin’ in the air around town. I never did see a “gluten” spigot nor any little men sweeping the candy floor at closing time, but I often hummed the “Oompa Loompa” song