Once a spice comes home with me, a lifetime in my cabinet is guaranteed: I don't throw spices out. Ever.
I've got pre-historic celery seed, dry mustard in a rusty can, and ground cloves that were "best by" 1992.
It's an odd devotion, I suppose, but what can I say?
Of course, spices cost an arm, and a leg, and your firstborn child, so maybe I'm just cheap where spices are concerned. I don't know.
What I do know is that back in ancient times, dead bodies were anointed with spices. Egyptians were even buried with theirs. I'm sure some find that strange, but not me. I actually like the idea.
In fact, as soon as I'm done blogging here, I'm going to edit my "funeral wishes" to include being laid to rest on a sumptuous bed of bay leaves. I hear they're good bug repellents, too. And hey, the way I see it, that's a win, win.