Recently someone on Facebook shared a link an article by Pioneer Woman about how to make the Cinnamon Toast the right way. You can read it for yourself here on Rhee Drummond’s Pioneer Woman website: http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/the-right-way-and-the-wrong-way-to-make-cinnamon-toast/
Of course, I already knew the right way to make cinnamon toast but I followed the link anyway. Now I admit, in a pinch I have been known to toast a piece of bread, butter it, and add cinnamon and sugar. That isn’t cinnamon toast-it is toast with cinnamon and sugar. It’s tasty, but nothing like the taste of REAL cinnamon toast.
When I was a little girl, admittedly life was simpler. We lived in a tiny town…village…whatever you call a collection of about 15-20 houses. Our front yard was large and was often filled with the neighborhood children as we played games like Red Light/Green Light, Mother May I, and Red Rover. I am blessed to have 5 brothers and sisters, so even if the neighborhood children were not around, we still had plenty of kids to share games, secrets, chores and fun. Being one of the youngest, I got a lot of hand me down clothes and I was proud of that. I still remember the beautiful mint green dresses my sisters had. If I remember correctly they had butterflies on them. I couldn’t wait until they would be passed down to me.
We weren’t wealthy and I’m glad. We had a huge garden, which probably helped me develop my own love of gardening. (That and the fact that I never liked to do the dishes and would rather work outside.) Our meals were not fancy, but I thought they were the most wonderful meals on earth. Looking back, I know that Mama and Daddy put a lot of love in the family to make everything stretch. I’m not sure how they did it, but I never felt deprived in any way.
Back to the cinnamon toast. Every so often mama would make hot chocolate and cinnamon toast. Six or eight slices of bread would fit on her cookie sheet. She spread each slice with butter, and then sprinkled the cinnamon and sugar on the bread. After a few minutes in the oven, we were treated with the most delicious REAL cinnamon toast I have ever tasted. For an early breakfast or a rare bedtime snack, there was nothing better. The oven warmed the kitchen and the toast warmed our heart and set the tone for the day. I don’t know where mama learned to make cinnamon toast the right way…maybe from her mama. Of course now that I am thinking back, I don’t remember us even having a toaster back then.
So when that Facebook link was posted, it immediately took me back to fond childhood memories of chilly mornings and cinnamon toast. I would write more about the subject, but I’m busy. Its a little chilly and I think I have earned a cup of hot tea and cinnamon toast!