in my very first own apartment, a large 3 bedroom victorian flat, unmodernised and with no proper bathroom, which i started renting at the tender age of seventeen in hannover's albertstrasse, i painted all walls dark brown and furnidged the lot with my grandmother's unwanted and faded masterpieces. i remember that i took great care not to have a single modern item in the kitchen, and even all spices, sugar, flour and salt had their own old glass containers, labelled in old german letters and adorned with little embroidered hats. a year later i was over that period and re-did the place in new wave garish...
i don't remember how much mocking i had to endure because of this but i was fairly convinced not to find another human being to be quite so determined, particularly as for the last ten years every little herb container had to be rummaged for in a box in a dark corner of the basement pantry, which meant that few spices ever saw the light of day.
how surprised therefore was i when with the new kitchen this spring dear husband demanded a proper shelf for his new chilli collection. and then one day i opened the cabinet to find this - some fifty neat little glass jars all properly labelled! just pinch me that i did not do it myself...
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