An Ode to Cinnamon
How do I love Cinnamon? Let me count the ways.
- On an episode of "The Facts of Life", , the prototypical dumb character, asked if the word had one 'n' or two. Tootie responded by saying "it has three." Why do I remember that one tidbit from a show that aired when I was 6 years old? I don't know, but I've never the spelled the word wrong since.
- Is there ever a time when Cinnamon buns aren't welcomed? Probably one of the greatest comfort foods of all time.
- One of my highlights of going to a mall is walking by a cinnamon bun shop. They're never as good the second time, and the smell itself is intoxicating.
- I bought some cinnamon at the grocery store the other day. It makes me feel like less of a typical bachelor when I buy spices or things like that.
- For supper today I had "rice with milk". Nothing special I know, hardly deserving of quotes. It is one of my favourite Mennonite dishes to make. It's rice (I prefer long grain, by my mom always used sticky rice) with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top to your liking, and then milk is poured over top. It's still warm, thought the milk is cold.
- I know this is a deviation from what I normally write, but the scent of cinnamon inspired me today.

   [ posted by William @ 8:46 PM ]