Spice Up Your Life!

Look what we got! Bean and I are officially spice girls.

I know what joie de vivre smells like: this box.

Massive strides have been made in the war on blandness. Our friend, Chef Spaetzle (an actual chef), recently rocked our world by sending us a myriad of spices. We now own things I have never heard of. And I thought sumac was a tree. Whatever it is, it smells awesome.

Overwhelmed by the plethora of potential flavor, we decided we had to make a pyramid.

This package fixed a major problem in our lives. In addition to being constantly cramped for time and funds, there's a lot of stuff that we just don't have. Stuff that makes the culinary world go round. Prior to our spices' arrival, Bean had a stressful dream about thinking that every recipe in the world called for cumin.

Adult readers (if you exist), take pity on your college-aged relations. They're probably living like the Europeans did before the Silk Road -- vaguely unsatisfied and confusing 'salty' with 'delicious.' Rather than that iTunes gift card, this Christmas give the gift that keeps on giving: a spice rack with all the essentials. It'll stop them from plotting to shanghai their roommates and sail off in search of the Northwest Passage.

Thanks for broadening our culinary horizons, Spaetzle.