In Search of the Spice of Life
I'm off to Detroit this weekend to spend some time with my brother--I'm so excited! I've got his Cinco de Mayo present chilled, packed, and ready to go: a six-pack of Negra Modelo. There are few things I enjoy more than tossing down a couple of cold ones with my bro and husband!
The culinary hot spot that tops my to-do list this weekend is the Rafal Spice Company in Detroit's Eastern Market. I first read about it in the Saveur 100, an annual compendium that sums up the year's best in restaurants, food, drink, people, places and things. [The 2005 collection highlighted IKEA's Swedish food markets, the book Hungry Planet: What the World Eats, and these new Spicy Thai Kettle Chips.] Anyway, I'll be scanning Rafal's apothecary jars for curry powders, cardamom, cinnamon varieties, vanilla beans, and whatever else inspires me.
posted by Renee @ 2:22 PM
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