Our House Is Spicy

So Miriam is studying about apples in school this month, and I looked up preschool ideas on the Internet. I found a recipe for applesauce cinnamon playdough, and we made it today. It's half cinnamon, half applesauce, very complicated. Mix until it feels like clay. So our house and my hands smelled like cinnamon.

Then I thought I would go on the computer and read my news stories and check out everyone's blogs, and was reading about Sam I Am, and thinking how funny Sammy is (from Catherine's blog), when Miriam came in and showed me her hands, which were VERY SPICY! I said, "Miriam, what did you do?!!" Then I thought about how Smokey Joe came over today and put a brisket on our smoker, and covered it in their spice rub, which is made of seasoning salt, pepper, paprika, who knows what else, but it is very aromatic. The container, a large shaker like the large container of cinnamon we had just "cooked" with, was on the counter, and I went in the kitchen and it was spilled all over the floor! Miriam tried to clean it up with some dry dish towels and then finally came in to get me, leaving red footprints on the carpet from the kitchen to the office. I guess she wanted to cook some more with spices like the playdough we made.

So I swept it all into a large pile and then since our dustpan fell apart a while ago and I got a fancy sweeper vacuum for the floor, I vacuumed it all up! It was like one of those shopping channels on tv, where they show how your vacuum could vacuum up piles of sand or legos. It sucked it right up, but I am sure it will smell like spices for a while or until we change the filter.

When I was done I looked around for Miriam. She was asleep on the couch, and her feet were encrusted with red spices.