I enjoy spices. In another life, which would involve a certainty of more taxes, red tape, leases and the not entirely remote possibility of bankruptcy…as these brick and mortar things often do, I will own a spice shop. So it is a short lived fantasy that ends in despair but the shelves will be filled with spice bins and my favorite olive oils and a precious smattering of only the kitchen talismans and tools that one truly needs. There will be rolling pins and my favorite cookbooks. There will be a shelf of heirloom dried beans and a freezer containing pig lard and duck fat for pie crusts and such. I will have a bit of coffee just so you can come in and get comfortable and chat with me about your favorite ingredients and dishes.
And we will play in the spice bins and create mixes. And it will be fun.
By the by, don’t tell me I’m a pessimist. We are all horrible about shopping at Amazon and the little cute shops do fail…and I’m too happily busy at just this moment to pencil in a belly flop.