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As assigned by Dive: The spice cabinet. I didn't bother tweaking the shot in Photoshop--it is what it is.

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Sassy Sundry said…
Spice, spice baby. Looks like a well-loved lazy Susan.
6:54 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
hey that looks a lot like mine. I think you cheated though and arganized it didn't you???? didn't you robyn?????? :>)
7:04 PM
Scout said…
Sassy, I wonder what people outside the US would call it. What is there term for a "lazy Susan." I assume we'll find out.

Rich, HA! I did not organize it. There is no order, and things are stacked up and ready to topple.
8:47 PM
Old Knudsen said…
I've never seen one in Britain, this whole spice rack thing is very distressing.
2:11 AM
Alifan said…
Wow Robyn... what a great lazy susan , yes we do call them that here, I would so love such a great size cupboard with one of those in, instead of having to claw everything out everytime I wanted to use them...

I take it that Dive has posted a picture of his old spice rack....(I am not allowed to see his blog), but gather from yours and Ame's posts what is going on...

How times have changed, I remember when Dive and his brother would only eat what they called proper food... now they both cook such great food... lots of spices....I do hope I have been an influence on them in a good way for a change....

Hope you have a great Sunday
3:34 AM
dive said…
Nice one, Robyn.
Nice and busy; and yes, we'd call that a Lazy Susan (unless our name were Susan in which case we'd insist it was a spice rack).

And Mum's exaggerating: she's got a very well laid out kitchen from which she does her wedding cakes and outside catering, but like me "there's never enough space" (now you see where I get it from).
6:26 AM
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