Last month, our microwave stopped working. Dang microwave.
It was making thee weirdest smell/noise combo.
Reminds me of the time my bro told me about when his microwave wasn't shutting all the way on his mission, and they still used it. Hello?? He said every time one of them walked past, they'd just be sure to cover up their junk.
How does that help?
But I digress.
Those oven hood ones: they are waaay too expensive. Dang you, microwave makers.
Anywho, in order to replace the over-priced microwave, everything needed to come down from the cabinet above.
And that's when I remembered that I was going to do something about that spice cabinet. Such a disaster.
Imagine stirring your sauce, reaching above for a spice, and having 10 other spices come crashing down on you. Occasionally in your food.
That makes me about as mad as when my kids hit me in the face, accidentally or purposely. Almost as mad as when the hubby starts playing World of Warcraft again. Almost.
Anyway, I purchased these nifty little jars at the Hob Lob in my past life, (okay or like, 5 months ago,)
attached some cute little labels to them,
and during this process discovered that spices, in strong doses, stink. Really stink.
Strong dose of cumin? Dry-heaving. Cilantro? I love cilantro. But dried and in a huge amount=horse manure. Honestly.
So, for now, these are sitting in this old egg basket thingy.
And they kind of almost fit. And it's only temporary,
'cause soon they'll have their own shelves, kinda sorta like this inspiration from BH&G:
It'll involve lots of choice molding and cutting into the drywall. Except this time, the cutting will be intentional. Can't wait.