Everyone should move house once a decade or so, if only to clear out their spice cupboards. I am moving house myself at the moment (did I say?) and spent part of last week on an archaeological dig in my kitchen.
Here are some of my finds:
Yes, indeed, the Celery Salt was best before December 1998 . I used to drink Bloody Marys but got bored of them after a while. In 1997, that would have been. What can I say? At least the jars are clearly labelled. My grandmother had a spice tin labelled
in a tauntingly take-a-few-risks-and-live-a-little kind of way. Hell, she had foostuffs so old we took them to the Museum of Packaging when we cleared out the house. And an immune system that put the original plans for the strategic defence initiative to shame.
So a mere, um, 12 years is nothing to be ashamed of.
Nothing at all. It’s not as if I’ve been using it after all.
Who likes celery salt anyway.
Now… where did I pack the vodka?