Spices, an update
Oct. 8th, 2020 09:22 pmSo when Belovedest and I went to help rescue Ev from the woes of bookshelfing (which I may not have mentioned here, oops), I brought along the spices.
It was something like 24 little jars of dried spice, and 12 little bottles of various liquid flavors, all labeled.
The combination of Not Cooking and a holdover philosophy of minimalism/broke-ism that frowns on making a large-commitment purchase without being certain of it made Ev's spice cupboard rather bare. (She did have salt, pepper, Italian herbs, onion, garlic, and I think red pepper.)
She'd gotten to the point of cooking stuff with recipes selected by her nutritionist, so I figured it was time to introduce spices that she probably didn't have, so her nutritionist could suggest a wider variety of possibilities. So over a few days I filled the jars out of our spice collection. I called the project Weird White People Spices, even though some of them might not be standard for a white people kitchen. I figured this would be the best way to let her try them without fully committing. If she liked them, she could get more; if she didn't like them, she wouldn't have to worry about having an entire container to figure out what to do with.
Despite me doing some of the bottle-filling while on video chat with her, Ev didn't guess what the surprise was. She was delighted!
Every now and then she tells me, again, that her nutritionist was so excited and thrilled. So many spices to play with!!!!
Bookshelfing -- Ev was putting together a 4x4 Kallax, and broke one of the pegs off in the hole. So Belovedest and I geared up, went over, pliered out one half the peg and drilled out the other, presented a spare peg or two, and helped get the thing together and upright. Masks on the whole time. Then we headed out. It was the most social interaction we'd had in months. What else is a parent for, right? :)
It was something like 24 little jars of dried spice, and 12 little bottles of various liquid flavors, all labeled.
The combination of Not Cooking and a holdover philosophy of minimalism/broke-ism that frowns on making a large-commitment purchase without being certain of it made Ev's spice cupboard rather bare. (She did have salt, pepper, Italian herbs, onion, garlic, and I think red pepper.)
She'd gotten to the point of cooking stuff with recipes selected by her nutritionist, so I figured it was time to introduce spices that she probably didn't have, so her nutritionist could suggest a wider variety of possibilities. So over a few days I filled the jars out of our spice collection. I called the project Weird White People Spices, even though some of them might not be standard for a white people kitchen. I figured this would be the best way to let her try them without fully committing. If she liked them, she could get more; if she didn't like them, she wouldn't have to worry about having an entire container to figure out what to do with.
Despite me doing some of the bottle-filling while on video chat with her, Ev didn't guess what the surprise was. She was delighted!
Every now and then she tells me, again, that her nutritionist was so excited and thrilled. So many spices to play with!!!!
Bookshelfing -- Ev was putting together a 4x4 Kallax, and broke one of the pegs off in the hole. So Belovedest and I geared up, went over, pliered out one half the peg and drilled out the other, presented a spare peg or two, and helped get the thing together and upright. Masks on the whole time. Then we headed out. It was the most social interaction we'd had in months. What else is a parent for, right? :)