Artemisia

“Where are the spices we bought?” Ramona asks as she looks through my special cooking bag.

I sigh sadly while I watch her go through the bag, which must be the best protected bag in the universe. “I had to throw them away. They were left behind with my pot.”

“Oh, damn.” She pouts as she takes out another spice container. “But we can re-buy them, right?”

“I guess so,” I say with a chuckle, making her grin.

Since I have been watching my own spices and cooking ...