My mother reads my blog. I am certain of this because she sent me a meat thermometer, after reading in a recent post that I did not have one. My mom likes to send me funny packages to my office. The best was probably a flat-rate box filled with little baggies of spices and salt after a productive trip to this spice store near Cleveland. 5 different kinds of salt. I'm still not sure what to do with all of them.
Now that there is a Trader Joe's near my parents' house, I get more funny packages. Smoked paprika, which I love and already used a lot and now I use it even more. A pink Himalayan salt grinder. More fancy salt!
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