I decided to label a bunch of my cooking stuff what with the new school year bringing new roommates and mild kitchen confusion. I looked down at my table and saw this when I was done.
Sometimes it makes me sad that my first initial is K. Welcome to the spice KKK. Apparently, my spices don't like mixing with other spices. No spice integration here. This is totally not me. It's too bad my initials aren't NAACP. I know that doesn't make sense, but I'm sure you get what I'm saying.