In Defense of the Vanilla Cone: Finding Simplicity

Now that I'm back in Cleveland, I'm once again mere minutes from East Coast Custard, my favorite ice cream place from my childhood.  We've made a couple trips in the past week, and their menu has grown over the past decade.  But after much debate, weighing the sundaes and mixed concotions and fancy flavors, I opted for nothing but a waffle cone with vanilla ice cream and sprinkles - one of the simplest items on the menu.

Oh yeah.  That's the stuff.

Years have passed since I last ordered a vanilla cone.  And I think my ice cream orders have paralleled my life choices: increasingly complex, always looking for something new and exotic, something unique and flashy, and always falling a little short of the mark.  I need more simplicity in my life, and I need to find more contentment in those simple things.  I ordered the vanilla cone, and it was the most delicious ice cream treat I've had in ages.  Time to start making that choice in my life, too.