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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.
hey that looks a lot like mine. I think you cheated though and arganized it didn't you???? didn't you robyn?????? :>)
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.
Old Knudsen said…
I've never seen one in Britain, this whole spice rack thing is very distressing.
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
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).

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