Even though I stole my title from Neil Young, his is not the youtube video I’m linking at the end of this post. When I was shooting my cereal photo this morning, I ruminated on cinnamon. I have a love/hate relationship with this spice. I like the occasional cinnamon toast, but sometimes the scent of cinnamon repulses me. There is at least anecdotal evidence that cinnamon helps improve insulin sensitivity, meaning it can be good for metabolizing sugar (a plus for people who have diabetes). So we’ve been watching for cereals in the health food aisle that include a dusting of cinnamon.
Last week, I found a healthy kids’ cereal–you know it’s for kids because there are bunny shapes in it. Adults know bunnies are killers.
If only Monty Python had known how raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, and a little milk render bunnies harmless. Speaking of the British, that coffee mug (from Puterbaugh) is a London Underground Map mug. Mind the Gap!
This week, Tom found a cereal of oat flakes with pecans and cinnamon.
I like the color of the blueberries and strawberries with the yellow bowl. I bought that bowl a couple of years ago at a thrift store, intending it to be a gift to a Pyrex collector I know. But it has a sunflower lid, so I selfishly held on to it. That’s an Irish coffee mug, but there’s only a little shot of chocolate in my iced coffee–no whiskey.
As I was shooting the photo and thinking about cinnamon, I remembered a song that a childhood friend, Susan B (more Lynne’s friend than mine) used to love. I looked for it on youtube and was charmed by this video someone made to go with it–oh, the days of 45 records piled high on the record player. Enjoy!