My name is Dave and I have a Penzeys Spice problem.
It started out innocently enough – just a little container of black peppercorns. Then before you knew if I was craving turmeric and juniper berries and scoring Ceylon cinnamon in the 1 pound bag.
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Yeah, and I always told my mom that was oregano in that little baggy she found in my room;) ha ha ha
I LOVE my spice cabinet too. I hate when I’m even getting low on something. Speaking of which I am totally out of smoked hungarian paprika. Hmmmm sounds like a trip to the market!!! yea!