Cinnamon

I like cinnamon.

I eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I eat cinnamon toast.  I have cinnamon in my tea.

I enjoy the occasional cinnamon roll.

When I was a kid, I loved cinnamon.  I put it on everything I could.

And then I saw in the store aisle, cinnamon gum.  Now THAT sounded good.

So I chew a piece and am betrayed!  What is this?  The sweet and familiar flavor had accidently been replaced with ground jalepenos and chili powder.  Its like there was no quality control at the factory.

“Hey Bob?” Some guy in a suit asks a slovenly worker in a stained jumpsuit.

“A’yup?”

“You’re supposed to be monitoring the assembly line to make sure only the best ingredients go into the gum.”

“A’yup.”

“I can’t help but notice that there is an enormous vat of chili peppers being dumped into the mix.”

“A’yup.”

“Ah, screw it, we’ll sell it anyway.”

And cinnamon gum was born.

Okay, so maybe its not that spicy, but its spicy ENOUGH for a young kid who is expecting it to taste like the cinnamon in every other food he eats.  Plus, I’ve had raw cinnamon, it has a little spice, but its nothing compared to what’s in cinnamon candies and gum.

Its like a cruel joke to play on children.

Candy = Sweet
Cinnamon = Sweet
Cinnamon Candy = Fire 

And it surprises me that no one makes a sweet cinnamon candy.  Seems like a good idea.

Zel-kun out.