The first few days of the Guyenet-endorsed Dan's plan didn't go according to plan at all.
I just could not stick to only one spice in my coffee! I had just "booted up" a new nutmeg, and took a whole 20 minutes while monitoring the pressure cooker to grind the WHOLE THING. It is fresh and fragrant, and I wanted to use it while it is hot.
So, cinnamon and nutmeg into the coffee. I can feel myself gaining weight already. Boo hoo!
There is another known danger of using multiple spices. Since we piled on the cinnamon and put it in everything, when one container was completed, I pulled out another. I got complaints from the "service dining room" that they couldn't find the cinnamon. So I solved that problem by putting the cinnamon in a large cinnamon container and the nutmeg in the small cinnamon container.
And, you are probably laughing right now with the container mix-up, but I am telling you, living with all these spices confuses judgement even more. One of my diners sheepishly entered the kitchen to explain that he had accidentally put tons of cumin into his coffee, instead of taking from any of the numerous containers marked "cinnamon". Worse yet, the cumin doesn't have a shaker top.
I tasted the concoction. It was exotic, floral, strangely Indian, but also not. I longed for cardamom, and then disappointingly realized that cumin is just the gateway drug for all types of Indian food debauchery.
My thoughts went to giant platters of papadam, topped with bright green mint-coriander condiment, then drifted off to chick-pea sweets and tandoori chicken. If you need a visual, check out the video accompanying this post. (And look how fat and lazy they are!)
Now I am 8 pounds higher than when I drank yesterday's coffee, and I am certain that if we had just stuck to plain cinnamon, non of this tragedy would have happened.