On my drive home this evening as I contemplated my longish, fullish day, I decided it was time. Actually, it was probably time years ago. I was no longer sure what was there, if there was anything worth saving. Things were beyond stale. It was time to let go. Just all kinds of incompatibility. My tastes have changed. Seriously, if it no longer feels spicy, what is the point?
That’s right… it was time to clean out my spice cupboard. Huh? You thought I was talking about something else?
I was merciless. Out with the doubles. Out with the jars full of dull looking powders and leaves that have lost their luster. Cream of tarter? My playdoh making days are long gone, and I don’t make meringues often. Buh-bye. Two Garam Masala.. yeah, no. If and when I really dive into making Indian food, I will want fresh, uber-fragrant spices. Cardamom.. can we talk about the three small containers of that? I think my go-to herb and spice shop must have thrown those in for free.
I feel free. Lighter in my heart. Breaking up with stale herb and spices was a great way to end my day.