I have recently realized that I love cinnamon.
I know, it’s a startling realization. Cinnamon, for God’s sake!
Yet I do like it. I particularly like it in tea or coffee. It’s refreshing.
I read that cinnamon has shown promise in the treatment of diabetes, arthritis, high cholesterol, memory function, and even leukemia and lymphoma. Brilliant!
I just know that I like it. And it gives me energy.
Mind you, I’m not a huge fan of cinnamon rolls—too sugary. But cinnamon tea is quickly becoming my favorite drink. And when I was a kid and was home sick, my Mom would often make me "cinnamon toast" (for those of you who don’t know what this is—you crazy communists—it’s just buttered toast topped with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar). Yummy!
Even Jerry Seinfeld jumped on the cinnamon bandwagon. In one episode, he and Elaine, on their way to a dinner party, just miss out on getting the last chocolate babka at a bakery. However, there is a cinnamon babka. Elaine is hesitant to buy what she considers to be "a lesser babka." But Jerry insists, saying, and I quote:
"I beg your pardon? Cinnamon takes a back seat to no Bobka. People love cinnamon. It should be on tables at restaurants along with salt and pepper. Anytime anyone says, "Oh This is so good. What's in it?" The answer invariably comes back, Cinnamon. Cinnamon. Again and again. Lesser Bobka - I think not."
Seinfeld knew what he was talking about. And I loves me some cinnamon!
OK, I can’t believe I just wrote an entire blog about cinnamon. I’ve officially bottomed out.