gracelally
Why, I muttered, are we always out of cinnamon.
I love cinnamon. I really do. I love it enough, in fact, to start the 12 mile trek to the nearest Stop-n-Go style shop to pick up more. My friend Shan and I had been living in the Catskills for the past two months. It began as a visit but ended up becoming a bit more, and I'd never been so thankful to be anywhere. You couldn't wear out your welcome in a place like this, not living the way we did.