Several months ago, when the cumin and cinnamon were in identical containers, cinnamon went into the guacamole. It wasn't horrible or anything, kind of an interesting culinary experiment, but I wouldn't do it again intentionally. This morning, while cooking up a big pot of oatmeal, and yes, I have rediscovered that I love oatmeal, I did a double take to make sure I had added cinnamon, not cumin. Whew, I thought, as a distinctly cinnamony aroma wafted up into my olfactory. And while I am aware that cinnamon and cumin happily coexist in Indian and Asian cuisine, they just don't work together, or interchangeably for that matter, for this half Norwegian girl. Pass the cardamom, please.