Those who know me know that I love cinnamon. Whether its cinnamon toast, cinnamon toothpaste, or cinnamon gum, if it smells or tastes like cinnamon I love it.
I can actually trace back to my roots when I first started loving cinnamon. My grandmother used to make cinnamon toast for me on Sunday mornings. She would also make poached eggs, which come to think of it, I haven't had a good poached egg since.
I guess, I don't really have too many fond memories of my childhood, but this one of my grandmother making cinnamon toast is kind of nice.
I remember sitting at the table, and I remember she'd ask if I'd like another piece, and I would always say yes, and she never complained. She would keep making pieces until I couldn't eat anymore.
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