On my first day of kindergarten which I found extremely stressful, my mother made cinnamon toast for me after school. Cinnamon is and has always been my palliative. Kind of like French toast for Conrad in Ordinary People. When I eat it, I know I’m loved and everything is going to be okay. Today I registered my two year-old for pre-school. When we came home, I made cinnamon toast for her. I didn’t connect the experiences until a few hours later but there they were–involuntary memories linked by a flavor from Ceylon. I suppose for me the start of school will always taste of cinnamon. Even if I’m not the student. Cinnamon toast is so easy to make. It’s one of those things that doesn’t require a recipe. That said, The Pooh Cook Book has one. I had a copy as a child and recently I stumbled across a copy for Helena whilst perusing the book shelf of a charity shop. She loves it almost as much as she loved today’s cinnamon toast, both the making and the eating of it. My hope is you do too.