So much of our enjoyment of foods comes from the memories they evoke, don’t you think? Cinnamon toast. Just saying the words and I see myself 8 years old sitting at our dining room table with assorted siblings, elbowing each other while we greedily reached for the sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on our warm buttered toast. (My sister probably doesn’t remember this, but she would skip the cinnamon and just sprinkle on sugar.) Cinnamon toast was a treat. It took skill; if you weren’t careful holding that spoon you would end up with hilly clumps instead of an even spread.
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