Some people say variety is the spice of life. I say life's variety is found through spice. The feeling when you add just the right amount of basil to a boiling pot is like receiving a kiss from God himself. The aromas that fill the kitchen or the pirate ship or the semi truck as four chefs work in tandem are tres magnifique - beauty incarnate delivered through the vessel that is chopped onions. But then again, what the hell do I know? I am just a simple raccoon. I'd probably be just as satisfied with garbage or whatever.
