My first memory of cinnamon is one of Sunday afternoons at my Gram’s house in Colorado. Growing up my parents, brother and I would go over to my grandparents house most Sunday afternoons. The house would be filled with aunts, uncles, and cousins too. We always had so much fun - playing games, chatting, and boy - we laughed a lot…and there was always one of Gram’s homemade desserts. Which brings me to my CURRENT CRUSH and the topic I want to share about today!

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