A Smell To Behold

Can you imagine what people in the stones ages used for seasoning? How their food would have tasted? Do you think they knew what salt, pepper, cinnamon, garlic, onion, basil and thyme was? Well thank goodness that I did not live in those days; I am addicted to flavor. The exquisite flavor of the seasoned food makes my taste buds jump for joy. I consider myself to be a good cook and even my friends and family members have complimented me. I must not take all the credit, for without the seasonings the food I prepare would not have tasted as delicious. A certain seasoning or spice that I use is my secret to the marvelous dishes I create. I guess that my passion for seasonings and spices comes from smelling it ever so often in my area.

Standing feet's above the ground in the dusty atmosphere lies one of the oldest buildings that one could find in my area. Can you believe that this old run down building is still in use? It packages seasonings and spices that are shelved in some of our local supermarkets. On evenings one could smell the exuberant aroma of seasonings and spices coming from the brownstone building that lies in the residential area. The droopy, vandalized building is said to have been built way back in the late Nineteenth Century when Brooklyn was an industrial site. It is rumored that this old industrial building would be used in an episode of the infamous drama show "Law and Order: Special Victims Unit." I hope that I am walking down the cracked, dusty sidewalk that houses the old building when the show is being shot so that I could be on Television.

Looking at the building one can see the rusty bars that protect the windows from intruders, but capture those inside as if they were imprisoned. Some people in the community have treated the building's walls a bit unfairly. They have tarnished its once prestigious look by a display of ugly drawn graffiti images like that of a fully tattooed body of an old man. A window on the second floor of the building has been boarded up using card board as a protective shield from the outside world. The building itself is not like one would have imagined a building in the old days to be. It has a rectangular shaped frame unlike the chapel like buildings that once was the norm.

I was told to never judge a book by its cover; I hope that you did not do the same to this photo. Inside this rusty, dirty, rundown building is a blend of thousands of seasonings and spices; it is as if you were biting into a stack of Friday's baby back ribs with the barbeque sauce dripping off.