Ah, my darling Cinnamon Bun. Our union was destiny and I was never given a chance to do anything but fall deeply and madly in love with you. No food has ever had the power that you have over me. Your spicy scent is like a sirens call, beckoning me to wherever you are tempting me to bite into your yeasty warm pillowy softness. Many times, I have sighed with delight when my tongue meets the trifecta of your essence, butter, cinnamon and brown sugar. You are so bad for me Cinnamon Bun but I ju...
