Angel was eating his breakfast at school when I noticed that one of the rolls he'd grabbed wasn't among the breakfast buffet's usual offerings. "That looks kind of like a cinnamon roll!" I said.
(Notice, with that statement I betray my lack of trust in my own eyes' ability to judge what foods actually are by their looks. After all, we've been tricked before, remember the green oranges?)
Angel just grinned at me and didn't say a word. I could tell by the light in his eyes that he was hoping I'd bite into the roll in order to determine if it was, indeed, a cinnamon roll.
I, of course, did no such thing. Upon a few more moments of reflection, I came up with what the true answer to the identity of this mysterious roll might be.
"It's a red bean roll, isn't it?" I asked Angel. Indeed, the "cinnamon" that was rolled up throughout the pastry was actually the ubiquitous red bean paste, a common pastry filling that I am not at all fond of.
Angel likes these pseudo-cinnamon rolls, but even if it weren't for the fact that I have a long-standing opposition to red bean paste (possibly incited by the time Dad bought all of us kids red-bean flavored popsicles thinking that they were strawberry flavored popsicles during our first few months in Malaysia), I'm not sure I could ever quite forgive them for their uncanny resemblance to a treat whose deliciousness is not easily surpassed.