The Spice Must Flow

Yesterday, I discovered that my favorite spicemonger has a
book out! Since he is, in fact, the only spicemonger I know, I suppose that also makes him my least favorite spicemonger.

Amazon would like to suggest that I buy Herbs & Spices with Herbs & Spices by Jill Norman today, which just goes to show the importance of ISBNs. Or possibly of being an author who isn't named Jill Norman.

You'd think that was as spicy as a day could get, wouldn't you?

I live near a Walgreens. They have a big scrolling sign advertising their daily specials.

Spices 2/$1.00

I think the vital question here is: which unit of spice? I mean, what will my fifty cents get me? A single clove? An ounce of cinnamon? A container of Mrs. Dash? Spices were once valued as trade goods, you know. Can I turn around and redeem my spice-unit for, say, a goat? Jewelry? A nubile virgin of some sort? (How many sorts are there, do you suppose?)

'But surely,' I hear you saying, 'surely you can have no further tales of spiciness with which to regale us!' And there's where you're wrong.

After my driving-past-Walgreens adventure, I went to Fremont for my writing group, where Stephanie felt that her latte was far spicier than it ought to have been, and suspected her husband of putting pepper in it.

She said it was pretty good.