A Pinch of Sweet Heat

I fluttered up to investigate the little glass jars lined up neatly on the wooden spice rack. Right in front sat a clear jar filled with curled, woody brown bark! Balancing on my hind hooves against the shelf edge, I nudged the cork lid with my snout until it popped open with a soft puff of warm, sweet cinnamon dust. The fragrance was rich and comforting—absolute perfection for dusting atop fresh pastries or stirring into simmering berry compote. I gently trapped a tiny flake of cinnamon between my front hooves to inspect its papery ridges!