Above is a sampling of the herbs, spices, oils, liquids, sauces, and other ridiculous excess I must use or lose before boarding.
Why do I have these things? It's not just rhetorical--it's voiced on loop as I audit my possessions and, consequently, my life (since so much of who we are is the stuff we own and vice versa). So how to respond?
You haven't really made it in this world until you're mixing your own vinaigrettes.*
**Holy hell, how is that the way you spell "vinaigrette". Vinegar. They take out the "e" and change it to "ai"? Fucking languages, how do they work?
Kafir lime leaves? Seriously, who was I kidding?
Red salt. Because white salt is forbidden after Labor Day.
So what's the real difference? About $33 a pound.
First off, A1 is great on burgers, and mixed with H-57 or sriracha kicks ass on fries.
Second, I grew up putting A1 on crackers or rice and imagining we had some recognizable meat that night. I'll always have love for my first steak sauce.
Grating your own nutmeg is so much better than pre-ground--and easy! Sure. But then you can't find the last nut you megged and you think, "I bought $15 worth of nutmegs five years ago and have used up one. Maybe I'm the kind of nutmeg consumer who is better off buying a thimble of the stuff for $1 one a year." That means my Microplane grater is now useful only for the block parmigiano reggiano I don't buy anymore. It won't fit in my snailshell anyway.
UPDATE: Now they have a Microplane Master Series. Combines a polished walnut handle with super-efficient cutting teeth?! It quickly turns all types of citrus peels into fragrant, flavorful zest?!?! With no bitter pith!?!?!?!?!
Damn. All the consumeristic opportunities I'm missing out on.