A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Cinnamon Girl
~Neil Young
Whenever I hear the word 'spice' my brain starts singing Cinnamon Girl by Neil Young. I remember a whole summer that Down by the River was our soundtrack. Actually, the whole of Everybody Knows This is Nowhere blared out around us day in and day out. I also sing Cinnamon Girl in my head recounting that party we left, the three of us in that car, and me saying, "Turn left out of here."
And D said, "No, it's right. We turn right, baby."
And C in the backseat said, "Man, naw, she's right--turn left. If we turn right...fuck. I don't know where we'll be going."
And D turned up Neil and turned left. Thank god. For once he listened and we didn't end up in bumfuck egypt.
What am I talking about? Hmm. Well, I guess I'm saying that spices can bring up nostalgia, good memories, great music and so much more. If you don't believe me go here for wine and soup and song. Happy Spicy Sunday :)
XOXO
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Oh, I love Neil Young! I can't remember which tour of his I saw. Early 90s? Fabulous show in L.A. I'll have to dig up the ticket stubs. (I am a stub collector. It's true.) Cinnamon Girl gives me chills—even if I can never spell the word right. Like broccoli and vacuum — takes me fucking forever.
XXX,
Alison
My word verification tag is—for real—nohos.
No hos?
Someone clearly doesn't want me around.
'nohos'
god. i guess they don't want me on my own blog! ;)
xoxo
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A little late here to my own party (isn't that the story of my life?), but Cinnamon Girl is a big favorite of mine. I always sing it when I use cinnamon--and now that the stuff is supposed to be really good for you, that's quite often! Thanks for the tantalizingly spicy intro.
i read a whole article about cinammon and honey together being super good for you, too!
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