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as a child grew up in south suburban chicago, the local karneval sold every summer these round, flat, deep-fried cinnamons of pure joy called elephant ears (so because they looked just like small elephant ears) and I was looking forward to them every year. it was 17 years ago, since we moved to west, and before that it was probably 20 years, (37 years in total) since I had one. a few years after gristmill has moved into the load, they have decided to dive for one of their fantastic breakfast burritos I heard about (and they live to the hype.) while waiting for the tasty delicious, I ransacked their glass cases with chewed joys when I saw them! could it be holy S**t! they were elef! I almost broke in drinking the joy! I bought a couple of what they call cinnamon wars, and I was immediately transported to my childhood in the middle west. they are exactly the same (a little smaller, but just as wonderful!) next time they are there, buy a (and a delicious breakfast burrito) and taste pure joy!