Sunshineboy78 tagged me to write this. While I normally ignore blog tags, I found this one to be well worth my time. Plus, the winner of the contest gets—gasp! (for air)—free Cinnabons for an entire year. Not to mention that every contestant also gets a gift certificate to Cinnabon, which I think will make very good scrap paper. So, submitted for Cinnabon’s approval is my Cinnabon Essay Contest Essay, describing my most memorable Cinnabon experience ever:
Once upon a time (about nine years ago), in a far off land (outside of Burlington, Vermont), I was a fourteen-year-old girl spending my summer months gallivanting around a joyous sleepaway camp on the shores of Lake Champlain. Camp was wonderful; it was a place for friendships, freedom, and frollicking fun.
But one f-word it was not a place for was fantastic food. As anyone who has ever seen a summer camp movie made in the 80s knows, camp food left a little to be desired. Sure, we all scarfed it down in under 3.2 seconds, but that was because the day’s activities left us ravenous. Trust me, the only time I have ever eaten a riblet was at summer camp. When you’re starving, you’ll eat anything—even if it is made out of spam.
Then one day, the camp bugler approached me with a proposition. He was in a jam—he had somewhere urgent he needed to be, but the camp couldn’t function without bugle calls, those ever-so-important blasts of a horn that alerted everyone that it was time to come eat spam. Since the bugler knew that I played the trumpet for my school’s concert band, he asked me to sub for him. “I’ll bring you back some food,” he bribed.
What the…? Had I heard my four-letter f-word correctly? Did he say food?! In less time than it would have taken to eat a riblet, I agreed to cover for him. I would be crazy not to! After all, food is of the essence.
Several hours later, the bugler returned with a white box and a plastic fork and presented both to me as a thank you. Inside was a thick layer of white sauce, so thick it almost obscured the fabulous frivolity below it. I used the fork to push aside the sauce to discover—much to my eternal gratitude—the largest, moistest, most wonderful cinnamon bun I have ever seen or tasted. I savored every delicious bite for the entire 3.2 seconds it took me to devour it. And to think that all these years later, those 3.2 seconds of my summer stand out more clearly in my memory than all of the rest.
Of course, that cinnamon bun did not come from Cinnabon—it came from a local bakery. The bugler had enough sense to know I ate plenty of phony food in the form of spam and so a rubbery roll from Cinnabon would simply never do. The one time I did eat half of a Cinnabon (I threw the other half away because my teeth started to rot and I began to gag uncontrollably), I felt sick for the remainder of the day and vowed to never make such a horrid mistake in my life ever again.
And that is my most memorable Cinnabon experience ever. Thank you.
:::::::::::: I hereby tag, should they care to partake in this contest, Chicagoartgirl23, Thinlizzy17, and Rod_Lamour.
18 responses so far ↓
1 jaqz // Oct 31, 2005 at 7:18 am
BAHA!!! oh dude, you slaaaaay meeeee.
2 sunshineboy78 // Oct 31, 2005 at 7:56 am
excellent story, while I doubt that either of us will win -neither of our stories is actually about a cinnabon – I like the inclusion of other ‘food’ items, like spam
3 jaki_o // Oct 31, 2005 at 7:59 am
HAHA! You had me going for a while. I love the ending!
4 MaximaBella // Oct 31, 2005 at 8:36 am
teeheheh
what you should do, is send in one of those things they put on the starbucks cups..’the way I see it’s’
5 sunshineboy78 // Oct 31, 2005 at 9:31 am
Sure, it’ll just cost the price of a stamp. Just think, we could make someone on the other end laugh.
6 geekgoddiss // Oct 31, 2005 at 9:39 am
I love your writing
7 Jay_galk25 // Oct 31, 2005 at 10:01 am
Hahaha, that was great…and this line…
“Inside was a thick layer of white sauce, so thick it almost obscured the fabulous frivolity below it” – may just be the most filthy thing I’ve ever heard.
Jay {Happy Halloween} “Rawr”
8 thinlizzy17 // Oct 31, 2005 at 10:26 am
Certainly a good cinnamon roll experience. Wait’ll you read mine. My take on Cinnabon is a little different than most people’s.
9 thinlizzy17 // Oct 31, 2005 at 10:33 am
ryc: I got that you hate Cinnabon. I do, too, which makes both of us in the distinct minority of society at large.
10 Gnarlysurf // Oct 31, 2005 at 2:06 pm
My most memorable cinnabon memory was that I once dated a girl who worked there and we made out in the back room. Get a tingle each time I see a cinnabon place in the mall. HA!
11 anth0nyc // Oct 31, 2005 at 2:06 pm
spookalicious!hallo happyween!
12 TimsHead // Oct 31, 2005 at 2:07 pm
While that won’t win you the prize, it was just fabulous!I seem to recall fluffy ’80s camp movies all about hijinks, lust and bodily functions. Except the occasional one where some kind of deranged masked/disfigured murderer was killing teens because a) their parents did something nasty to him, and b) for violating their purity by having naughty sex.Yes, the ’80s slasher film finds a nice home in the GenX stereotype/pop culture media study. That part was fun to write.
13 aropeofsand // Oct 31, 2005 at 4:13 pm
Haha! PLEASE mail that into them, it is wonderful!
14 chicagoartgirl23 // Nov 1, 2005 at 2:07 am
Cinabon: GROSS! ::smile::
15 chublin // Nov 1, 2005 at 8:21 am
oh yes. that’s a sure-fire winner for sure. you know just what to say.
16 DavisMcDavis // Nov 1, 2005 at 10:52 am
Oh no, Solomon’s started a chain of Cinnabon stories!
The prize is just more Cinnabons, which is sort of a lose-lose proposition, isn’t it?
17 Coccinella // Nov 1, 2005 at 3:16 pm
Heyyyyy, that’s wonderful!!!!! hahaha, what a terrific story. Thanks so much for the comments..I appreciated that. Have a great Wednesday…oh and by the way, you told me in a post that you moved. Where did you move to? Was it another state? Just curious. How are you adjusting and did you regret it? (I’m considering moving to Baltimore). — thanks.
18 sunshineboy78 // Nov 2, 2005 at 5:29 am
I think we should use our real contact info, then – after we win, we can auction of the prize and give the money to charity. Me.