Wednesday, January 30, 2013

So this happened...

H. and I just had this conversation, about an hour ago.  Please recall that this girl has a college degree.

Scene: I'm attempting to spice up some refried beans for the burritos we're having for dinner.  As I hacked and stabbed at the gracefully removed the cylinder of beans from the open can, H. asked if I needed anything from the pantry.

Me: Sure, can you grab the garlic and the oregano?
H. (from the pantry): Ok, I've got the garlic but your oregano isn't in alphabetical order like it's supposed to be.

*Side note: Yes, my spices are alphabetized.  We Type A people really need our own support group.  Moving on.*

Me (as I walked into the pantry): Um...I'm pretty sure it is, actually.
H.: Nope, it goes "allspice" and then "basil."  See?


Me: That would be because oregano starts with an "o"... Which would make it much more likely to be

And there it was, just behind "nutmeg" and in front of "parsley."

Kids these days.

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Postscript: H. is my best friend, and in actuality, I never doubt her intelligence.  She can talk politics and journalism and history in circles around me and she is (or used to be) able to recite the first amendment all the way through.  But this conversation sure did make me laugh.


Allison the Meep said...

Heee! I have moments like this regularly.

Also, I'm way impressed with your alphabetized spices. Mine are grouped in terms of what ethnicity of food I will be cooking. Italian, Indian, Mexican... It didn't start out that way, but turned out to be how I threw them back in the cabinet once I was done using them.

Cait said...

I think I alphabetize my spices because my mom does. And in all ways I am becoming my mother. But it DOES make things easier (for me)...