What is it about Spice Racks?
I want one so bad. There is something really enticing about them, just sucks you right in when you see those glorious things sitting there on the Home Goods shelf, just waiting for a warm cozy kitchen to inhabit. Rays of light shine from behind it, pierce the inner chef in me, make my wallet magically want to open and start flinging around my hard-earned, cold hard cash.
What really blows about the product placement of these Spice Racks in the stores is that they are usually placed next to some dire necessity that would actually make sense to purchase… therefore making it impossible to convince my boyfriend of the awesome worth of these things and how much we need one RIGHT NOW. As far as he is concerned, a spice rack is about as frivolous as a last minute trip to Fiji.
I wanted one before we even had silverware. Before we even had plates. Before I even knew how to cook. Oh wait, I still don’t know how to cook. I actually would have no idea what to do with 95% of the spices on this rack of glory. I tap out after Lemon Pepper and Garlic Salt. I mean, dill weed? How can anyone take a spice like that seriously?
Ok so fine, the purchase of a spice rack might not be warranted given the fact I can’t cook to save a life. But my kitchen feels so illegitimate, so sad and pathetic. No kitchen should ever feel like that. This is a real travesty.
