Is anything ever priced under a dollar? Yes, amazingly enough. I just purchased this lovely vintage pewter pepper mill for 59 cents at Goodwill. F-i-f-t-y n-i-n-e c-e-n-t-s. Crazy, huh? I've dubbed him Sgt. Pepper and he is the perfect size to keep my favorite rainbow peppercorns, a mix of black, white, green and pink, handy at the table. It's a heavenly little luxury I can't live without. I've had a nine inch Greek copper mill for as long as I can remember. Last summer I found a brand new 12 inch brass one, never used, still in it's original box at a garage sale for a song. The large one I like to use for regular black pepper and the smaller one for mixed. Never tried the mixed? Take my word for it, you'll want to grind it on everything.
After stumbling across the cute little pewter guy, I had to stop by The Anderson's General Store for some peppercorns. WT, along for the ride, grabbed a separate cart and we met up at the cash register fifteen minutes later. My cart: one pound of homemade egg salad, one bottle of California Cabernet Sauvignon, two jars of mixed colored peppercorns and a bunch of seedless red grapes. His cart: rust remover, one light bulb, one loaf of marble rye, 20 pounds of birdseed and two quarts of prune juice.
Epithets, like pepper,
give zest to what you write;
and, if you strew them sparely,
they whet the appetite.