1. Spice Jar

With any new endeavour there has to be a first.

8th October 2024

I’ve been clearing out my Mum’s house, setting aside objects that I connect with.

This small clear jar with its plastic stopper and glass lid fits perfectly in the palm of my hand, hot and shiny from the dishwasher.

My mum wasn’t a baker or a cook except by necessity and the brown dust I washed away was quite probably 50-year-old nutmeg waiting patiently to be sprinkled onto an occasional childhood rice pudding…

I know it was nutmeg only because of the faded letters MEG on the hand written label. The spice jar now sits on a shelf in my pantry, part of a trio, waiting for me to commit to a spice of my own.

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