I hope my mom wasn't offended when I sent her this article, but I couldn't help it. When thinking about mom's pantry, there are a few things that drive me nuts, namely 10-year old cans of dusty spices, maple-flavored pancake syrup, imitation vanilla extract, and powdered green-can Parmesean cheese. And she knows it, so it's not evil that I'm writing about it here. So I've been slowly, subversively trying to bring about a change in her kitchen to fresh spices and real food, and this article demonstrated the value of this in a simple, direct way. It's not snobbery, it's just trying to help; is that so wrong?