I made the kids cinnamon rolls this morning…good old breakfast classic! As the kids were chowing down on the sugary goodness, a memory far in the back of my mind exploded forward. An early memory…of JMH…
Matt and I were hanging at my parents’ house. It was late at night and we were getting ready to head out and do something, probably go back to Matt’s parents’ house to swim. We were gathered in the kitchen with my two sisters talking. That was when Matt spotted it…
“What’s that?” Matt asked pointing to the stove top.
I turned. Nestled in the center of the burners was mom’s round cake pan she used to cook various morsels. She had used it that morning to make cinnamon rolls. All of them had been devoured by us except for one, which was still currently in the pan. But it wasn’t alone. Mom’s cake pan had become the “collect all” for that day. Whatever had been left over from lunch and supper had become scraps in the pan. The cinnamon roll was nestled amongst all sorts of foreign debris. The only recognizable food item in the pan besides the roll was a huge piece of ham sitting on top of it as if it was a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
“That is a pile of leftovers for the cats,” I responded.
Matt walked up to the pan. “But there is a perfectly good cinnamon roll still in there!”
My sisters both laughed. I am not sure which one said it, but one shouted out “You can have it if you want!”
That was all the invitation Matt needed. He looked down at the pan, pulled off the piece of pork, picked up the roll that dripped with toxic liquid, and then made the roll extinct in one large gulp. He turned to my sisters and smiled. They drew back in horror. I laughed, for I knew what had been coming once the invitation had been made!
To this day, I can’t look at a cinnamon roll exactly the same way…or ham for that matter. Come to think of it…I can’t look at onion rings either! But, that is another story!
That’s nice!
JM
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