Battling the PantryThings are settling in; enough of a semblance of routine has returned that I am reliably making oatmeal in the early hours. The weather is helping here, too. The additions vary from morning to morning, but I find I almost always manage to have the cinnamon handy. The other morning I got a lesson in why, in the dim grey light of the kitchen, I shouldn't keep the cinnamon on the spice shelf quite so close to the cayenne pepper.
This evening as something of a treat (and again, the weather) I whomped up a pot of chai after dinner. Peppercorns, cardamom, cloves, cinnamon stick: somehow, I had run out of nutmegs. I'm not sure how that happened, but the milk was simmering, so I tossed in some allspice. The result was quite nice.
There's squash abounding in the kitchen, now. I need to get more nutmeg.
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