On a recent plane flight, we were "served" the customary snack, this time it was pretzels. On closer inspection, I noticed that they were cinnamon pretzels.
I proceeded to put them in the seat pocket in front of me, just in case at some point during the 4-1/2 hour flight I got so hungry that they would be appealing. When my husband saw me shoving that little bag away, he looked my way, as if to say... "can I have those?" His had already disappeared. I asked him if he wanted mine (this is the kind of sacrifice I make for those I love). He calmly said to me, "they shouldn't put cinnamon on pretzels". End of story, he's right.
It got me thinking, there are a number of examples in our modern lives of where I truly believe there should be no this... in that. Primarily an American phenomenon, we like to combine things we like. We sometimes just can't resist the urge and leave well enough alone.
Cinnamon on pretzels. Blueberries in bagels. Vanilla in coffee. Red pepper in chocolate.