Both indoors and out I am a spice fiend. Inside, when I cook I amp up recipes with the inclusion of high powered spices. It has been said by family that I am under the impression that pain is a flavour, for the spicier a dish the bigger the grin on my face. Well, occasionally, it is difficult to see the grin as I am busy dabbling at my nose as it runs from the intense heat, but nonetheless smiling I am.
Now outside I use my much loved spices in the garden. They ward of uninvited guests, and they are my form of pest prevention. The ones I am most partial too, and that the interlopers are least fond of are cumin, cayenne and believe it or not cinnamon. Not only do I think it all too appropriate for a spice maven like myself to branch out on uses for those flavourful powders, but also I am extremely happy with the fact that they are not toxic for the trespassers. It works out more like a prank on them than anything more diabolical. They go away, and I feel clever for having made it happen in a safe way.