Thursday, November 10, 2011
Cross-posted from Suebob's Red Stapler
Mom needed nutmeg and I needed cinnamon, so I placed a Penzey's order. If you like to cook and you don't know Penzey's, you NEED to. They have the best, tastiest, freshest spices at really reasonable prices.
No, they are not paying me.
ANYWAY - Penzey's sent me some free stuff in the order, including some salt-free spice mix. I gave it to Mom and she said it sounded delicious and that she could not WAIT to try it.
Cut to the next day.
Now is where I should perhaps mention that my mother is a terrible cook. I don't know how she does it, but she has the culinary equivalent of tone deafness.
So. She says "Do you want to taste the carrots I cooked with the new spices?"
Sure, I say. I take a taste and LIKE TO DIE.
Mom didn't use the salt-free spice blend. She used the cinnamon and nutmeg. She threw in some honey for good measure. What on earth, people.
"Gack!" I spewed.
"You don't like it?" she said.
I don't know how she does it. It's horrible. It's like me trying to sing or something. It just should not be done.
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