A really boring one …
I'm about to start work on a biryani, and for reasons beyond what rational thought can possibly be bothered to bugger around with, I took a photograph of my spice rack.
Yup. That's the infamous cast iron pestle and mortar I use for my hot, dry-fried curry spices.
The spice rack itself was originally a nineteenth century paper and ink stand from somewhere up around what's now the Pakistan/Afghan border (where Osama's hanging out).
Why I use it as a spice rack, somebody must know, but it's certainly not me …
And yes I know the one on the left is empty; I'm all out of saffron.
So, if any of you can be bothered, let's have photos of your own spice racks.
Extra points for
(a) home made or unusual ones; and
(b) not using bloody supermarket spices.
Go to it.
23 comments:
er, nice rack.
'fraid i won't be scoring any points for this wee assignment. i gave away/sold most of my stuff when i left home. no point collecting kitchen-y things here yet as never sure how long i'll be sticking around.
that's a marvellous use for a beautiful piece of woodwork. and what a great hidey hole for your legendary mortar and pestle.
Who needs a spice rack when you're living in Tokyo?
All those yummy places to eat and all of the stalls round the stations that sell things you really don't want to know about on a stick.
Mmmm … Tokyo …
Hmmm, I don't have a spice rack really, I have a spice cupboard and a hanging herb garden. Which one to photograph?
Oh, both, Kate (though I won't photograph my herbs as most of them are just pots of soil at this time of the year and not exactly looking their dandiest).
Will venture outside camera in hand as soon as the temp comes down from the 40 degree mark, although by then I may have instant dried herbs in my garden.
I'm quite happy to swap weather with you anytime, Kate.
I have a great spice shelf. I'll post a photo.
This is the best I can do dive. It's not actually mine which is probably just as well...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/dhd/Posh.jpg
I had a feeling you might, Sassy.
Very droll, Mr. H. … Very droll …
I don't have a spice rack either. Mine are all in the drawer beside the stove. They take up the entire drawer.
I agree with Gaijin Girl great recycling! Makes you wonder who sat there and spilled not only ink but thoughts and dreams!
By the way, your spice rack is great.
Morning Divey Boy!
He wrote: "I've got a recording studio and a library bigger than my village library, and a collection of modern art and all sorts of crap. I need SPACE!"
And I say:
HOLY MOLY! Forget LONDON! We're coming to YOUR place! Think of the FUN you could have recording Lynn and me reading poetry!
And think of how much MORE fun YOU'D have FILMING us reading poetry!
Might just have to bring my weapon-of-distraction NOW! I'm sure we all could figure out where to incorporate it into the scene!
Something involving mountainous roads, small furry animals and blog police perhaps?
;)
Just call me CrazyAmy!
xo
Sorry...my thoughts about your spicey side of life escaped me for a moment... Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh...
For some reason, the picture wont' display on my crappy laptop, but I'll try later. I am a little ashamed of my spice cabinet, which is no rack at all. It's a big mess, and it's full of grocery store spices--so there. I'll see what I can do with a camera. Maybe a little photoshop trickery might improve it.
Hi, Prudence.
I''ve almost recovered from the horrific photo on your blog today …
And yes, I like using things for purposes they're not designed for.
Thanks, Sassy. That's the nicest thing a woman's said to me in a while.
Ame: read my lips: "THERE'S NO ROOM!" I only wish there was. Books and instruments are piled to the ceiling all over the place.
And I don't do filming (sorry). That's Chris (the drunk drummer at the Mex party); he has a full DVD production suite (and a lot more time on his hands).
And also, I'm a stupidly long way out of London, though you could probably unicycle to Norfolk faster than the crappy trains.
Robyn; you are the Yoda of Photoshop.
And I like big messes. My whole life is a big mess.
Spice rackS?
I feel like a piece of me has died inside.
well, mine is not homemade and it's chaulk full of bloody super market spices.
Mine too Divey Boy....mine too...sigh~ That's why I ride unicycles...love the color purple...and make trips to the UK during the most OPTIMUM of weather! LOL! HEY! At least we can LAUGH OUT LOUD together...and it MIGHT even get us a roll on the floor together! And they should get THAT on FILM!
Quick! Call Chris!!! ;)
So how did the biryani turn out? And did you make raita, korma and curry to go with it? YUUUUUUUUUM! I'm making myself HUNGRY! ;)
To counter the harm of the spice racks to the blogosphere I have posted weemen guns and beer.
Don't suppose you have a gun rack?
The biryani was boffo, Ame.
And Mister K; when you can beat my record of sixteen straight raw scotch bonnet chilis, then I'll let you moan about my girly spice rack.
And chew the fuckers.
Anybody else: please do not try this if you want to live. I am just freakshly chili-tolerant.
Is "boffo" good or bad...or reeeeeeeeeeeeally good or really BAD?!?
I want to use it when I'm there!
;) And give me all the different contexts where it's appropriate please?
Boffo is kinda extra spiffy.
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