Last night I was making dinner and I went to sprinkle some special "only-found-in-upstate-ny" seasoning on our pork.
The seasoning was in a cinnamon container since I mooched it off of my parents while I was home visiting and that was the only empty container available.
So I reached in the cupboard for the seasoning in the cinnamon container, opened it and shook without looking, only to realize that I had poured actual cinnamon
(a WHOLE container of it, since the shaker lid conveniently flew off)
all over our dinner.
I must have *cinnamon* on the brain!