Cinnamologus Nest: Cinnamon Mediaeval Recipe Notebook

Your kitchen is devoid of giant, terrifying birds. This is a historical failure. Herodotus swore cinnamon was harvested by baiting the Cinnamologus bird with heavy ox limbs until its nest collapsed under the weight. Now you buy it in a plastic shaker. Look at the cover. The Latin text translates to its fundamental truth: Cinnamon: Hot and dry in the third degree. Galen decreed this. The humours must be scorched into balance. Nero burned a year's supply of Rome's cinnamon at his wife's funeral. The Dutch incinerated piles of it in Ceylon just to manipulate market prices. It is a bark soaked in blood, fire, and economic extortion. You will write a recipe for gluten-free muffins on these ruled pages. The absurdity is absolute. The mediaeval botanical design is a trap. It promises ancient apothecary secrets. It delivers blank paper. The spiral binding is metal. The pages are waiting for your pathetic modern stews. Write them down. The ink will not bleed, but the history does.