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Spices, Baking and Dreams

Was browsing through a really nice baking blog when I spotted this quote by Erma Bombeck

"Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices. The Egyptians were buried with their spices. I know which one I'm taking with me when I go."

I have spices from ten years ago still sitting in my kitchen waiting to be used. Every once in a while I will rearrange the order of the spice jars in my cabinets so I can reach the ones I have not used in a while more easily. As it turns out this strategy does not work - I will gravitate toward the familiar despite the obstacles placed along the way. I had always thought not having the heart to throw my decade old spices away is one among my many other oddities. I am relieved to learn that this is common affliction that many women suffer.

As for the baking lovely baking blog itself, I am in complete awe of the baking prowess of the blogger, Deeba Rajpal. I guess it takes some special kind of wiring in the brain to be a good baker - one that the Maker in his/her infinite wisdom did not choose to give me. I would be quite okay with that omission if I had likewise not been given this incurable yen to be a good baker. Why give people desires when you won't give them the wherewithal to fulfill them ?

What applies for baking is true for many other aspects of life as well. Maybe it is what keeps us striving to achieve Quioxtic goals and for our efforts we are sometimes rewarded with an unexpected surprise.

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