I still marvel that the architects of the European Union never realized that their initials, in English, sound like a reaction to a tin of spoiled herring. I marvel often that the subjects of Brussels don’t rise up, build barricades, rip up the paving stones, and rain them down on the heads of the abstemious non-entities who want to codify what’s acceptable to have for breakfast.
The season’s festivities in Denmark have been overshadowed by the prospect that it could be the last Danish Christmas before a European Union ban on their beloved kanelsnegler or cinnamon rolls.
The proposed ban followed plans by Denmark’s food safety agency to implement EU regulations aimed at limiting the amount of coumarin, a naturally occurring toxic chemical found in the most commonly used type of cinnamon, cassia.
Of course, you’d have to eat about 46 times your body weight in cinnamon rolls to suffer any consequences, but no matter: there’s a TOXIC CHEMICAL involved, so the dry bony hand of the state has to whisk away the plate. But it’s organic! Sorry, that’s conveniently irrelevant.
There might be a compromise in the offing, if cooler heads prevail. A warning sticker could suffice, complete with a picture of a decomposed Santa Claus, and a sternly-worded message: QUITTING CINNAMON ROLLS NOW REDUCES YOUR CHANCE OF DEATH. But that would still allow for individual choice, which has the potential for the worst-possible outcome: an EU nutrition regulator walking into a bakery and seeing people eating cinnamon rolls in flagrant violation of everything the state has asserted.
Said one dissident:
“We don’t need the nanny state or the EU to tell us what do and certainly not how many Danish pastries we should eat for Christmas.”
It’s almost gets you right here in the sternum-area when you read things like that. As if the needs of the people are a factor. They may not need the EU to tell them what to do, but the EU needs to be able to tell them what to do. Otherwise, what’s the point of having all those people on staff who worked on the cinnamon project for a year and put together that smashing PowerPoint on toxicity vectors? Really, has anyone thought about how they’d feel? All that work, for nothing? One of the staff members did the graphics over the weekend while she was dealing with a sick cat, and it’s not like you can claim family leave for that.