I am smitten with the Heights in Houston. I love that part of town. OJ and I have a ritual of devouring Collina's on Friday nights before our Saturday long runs, swallowed down with Menchie's frozen yogurt.
Sidenote: as we both wake up painfully early on Saturday mornings, this ritual has usually concluded by 6:30 pm. We are dedicated to the cause of running. Or we're nerds.
Last night I stopped in at a store near Collina's I had never noticed before. Penzey's.
And life was never the same.
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| Penzey's - Spice Mecca! |
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| Pardon the blur - I think my hands were shaking from excitement. |
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| Look at all the extracts! |
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All chickens should aspire to be reincarnated as delicious Ground Red Chipotle Pepper spiced creations. This smelled
heavenly. |
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| This place is like if Anthropologie had a spice department - great packaging, covet-worthy product... |
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| I can't post all the pictures I took, but they have spices from all over the world. I think they had oregano from four different countries! |
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| Amen. Amen. Love people. Cook them tasty food. I love you, Penzey's! |
Penzey's definitely made 11/11/11 extra special for me.
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