I stared at the spice rack, and it stared back at me. My spices – which had been my friends and companions through thick and thin; which had flavored my food with pungent tastes, earthy aromas, toasty warmth, and gentle heat; which had been faithful for nearly three decades – had deserted me for the past few months. Nothing I cooked smelled right.
Read why here – http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0320/p19s05-hfes.html
Another thoughtful, perceptive essay, Monica! I like the conclusion that you draw, about being who you are for your children’s sake, as well as your own.
Liked the article a lot.Can completely relate to the idea of your losing your cooking mojo because your mother did not approve
It sound yummy lol well its a unique thing thanks for sharing..!