Or maybe they were Camels.
Today we know cigarettes are full of badness.
In 1971, not so much.
Grandma used to make me cigarettes cinnamon toast for breakfast.
It was a treat.
My special treat: breakfast cigarettes.
She would toast my bread.
She would butter my toast.
She sprinkled a bit of sugar and cinnamon on it.
She would slice it into 4 strips.
She would call me to the breakfast table:
And I came a-runnin’ for my morning smokes treat.
Guess what we *cough cough* had for breakfast today.
My Grandma smoked until she was 75 years old.
You may recall that she just left us this past September.
She was 96 years old.
Apparently sprinkling cinnamon on your smokes takes the badness out.
I need to tell the Surgeon General.
This did not cause me to smoke.
If this was just my family, then I might be embarrassed.
Might be I said.