Spinning Spice Roulette

I scoped out the two-tier wooden spice carousel tucked behind the cutting board. Ain't nothing to mess with, but an unmonitored turntable screams for momentum. I planted my boots, leaned my whole weight against the rim, and gave it a ferocious heave. Whirrrrr! Glass jars of cumin, paprika, and dried rosemary blurred into a dizzying carousel of seasonings. When the spin finally died down to a squeak, an open jar of whole cinnamon sticks halted right in front of my snout. Raw and uncut aroma! I wrestled a thick bark stick out, snapped off a fragrant splinter, and dropped it into my white bucket, wrapping up with a sharp barn owl screech into the quiet kitchen.