I was gearing up for a big bake – and it was after all the stores closed early for Midsommar. I looked through my cupboards once, twice and even a third time because I was sure that I HAD TO have a giant, industrial-sized container of cinnamon in there. But there was absolutely no cinnamon in my cupboards – which is unheard of. Not even cinnamon sticks. This put a little kink (not the good kind!) in my baking plans, but I plowed ahead… only several hours later did I notice that there is a massive container of cinnamon sitting on my countertop – where I had looked already several times but just experienced temporary blindness, apparently.

Cinnamon Goliath towering over ginger David