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To go along with my spice organization project, I bought some ice cube trays recently!
We discarded our ancient, cracked ones a couple years ago when we moved into a house with an icemaking freezer, but I needed some in my life again for the extremely Pinterest-y activity of freezing fresh herbs in olive oil.
This is almost certainly the first time in my life that I haven’t just let most of a package of sage go bad after using the requisite two teaspoons for a single recipe. (Well, I’m half right. The sage, and the thyme I also just spent an hour and a half stemming, were a little on the iffy side, but I like to live on the edge vis-a-vis expiration dates.)
I’m not usually on top of my game like this, but it’ll feel good when I don’t have to pay another four dollars for the next two teaspoons of fresh sage that I’ll need someday. Is this what they call adulting?
As far as the spice project goes, this is the progress I’ve made so far. Look, jars instead of easily-infestible bags!
For the stuff I ordered from Penzeys, I just “artfully” tore the label off of each bag before filling the jars so that I can make sure to order the same thing next time. It would be a shame to run out of Vietnamese cinnamon and buy Korintje by mistake. (Kidding. I’m sure the cinnamon of Indonesia has a lot to offer and I don’t want to hurt its feelings.)
For my locally-purchased stuff, especially the herbs and spices I restock a lot, I just wrote on the jars with my terrible, terrible handwriting. It’s legible, but I’m not going to be called on to calligraph wedding invitations anytime soon, let’s be honest.
Anyway, I need to wash out the largest grade of jar so that I can finish things up, but my cumin is secure and I’m pretty happy about that. Good for me!