One of These Things Is Not Like the Other

It sort of looks like a "bear claw" from Daylight Donuts, or a sea shell. Debbie was excited to find this delicious looking cinnamon roll in the bakery department at the grocery store where we shop. She hadn't had one in a long time. It would taste great with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. If we had coffee, that is.

There was a song they used to sing on Sesame Street, the lyrics of which said, "One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others, By the time I finish my song?" Do you remember this children's song.

Well-l-l-l, for Deb, the cinnamon roll didn't seem "right" when she took her first bite at her office with a bottle of lukewarm water (we haven't found a full size coffee pot yet). It tasted different. If you had three cinnamon rolls lined up and this was one of them, you'd say, "This one doesn't belong."

It just didn't fit in to the "cinnamon" category of flavor. The bread part was tasty, had good texture and was nice to look at. But the cinnamon wasn't as sweet as Deb was used to having in Tulsa. In fact, it wasn't very cinnamon-y, either.

She showed the original package it came in to one of her employees since it was written in Chinese. "What kind of cinnamon roll is this?"

They replied, "Cinnamon? No cinnamon. It's red beans smashed on the bread. It will taste very good."

I'm afraid for our western taste buds, even a cup of coffee with cream and sugar would not have made it taste like a warm cinnamon roll.