I Learned Something Recently: There’s No Organizing My Spice Cabinet

Nobody needs five jars of ground cloves for fooks sake

Sherry McGuinn
4 min readApr 25, 2022


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Nor seven different types of sea salt, six jars of chili powder, two tins of garam masala, and a whole host of exotic leaves, seeds, flakes, and more.

Talk about meshugenah!

For months, I’ve been meaning to clean out the plethora of spices that seem to have taken up a life of their own. I swear, they must be propagating while my husband and I sleep. Merely opening the pantry and seeing the jars, bottles, baggies, and tins of stuff, some of which I’ve never used, spikes my blood pressure.

Because the shit around here has been tense and stressful, as we wait for my husband to take it up the rear this Tuesday with his colonoscopy (also, my birthday, yaaaaay!), I’ve been busying myself around the house, tending to chores that I’ve let slide. Hoping that my loco-motion might help my anxiety, as well as my depression, which has become a constant companion.

A toxic companion.

A couple of days ago, I nearly ran myself into the ground cleaning. Dusting. Scrubbing. Mopping. “Spring cleaning,” one might call it, even though this has been one of the most fucked-up springs in recent memory here in Chicagoland. We’re still waiting for it. We had one lovely day, where the temperature hit eighty. Supposedly, that’s it for this week when it promises to be cloudy and cool. According to my iPhone app, anyway.

Today, it’s windy and cold AF.

Yesterday, I was extremely agitated so, instead of giving myself a break, as most sane people would do, I worked out vigorously and then decided to tackle the offending cabinet even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. What I really wanted was to pound popcorn and binge on Netflix. But, I soldiered on, like the masochistic freak I am.

I grabbed a big box from the garage and started the dumping process, telling myself that it would be akin to a treasure hunt! Who knows what I would find in there? Maybe that “Everything Bagel” seasoning that I haven’t seen since I bought it.

What I found was a shit-ton of crap that’s never been used. About the aforementioned cloves…



Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com