One out of two…

The pepper grinder was feeling awfully light—time to refill the thing. Oh, gad. It’s always a traumatic time since I can’t remember where the peppercorns are. They’re not in the spice drawer because the container is too big. They should be in the small pantry, but almost never are. The big pantry is too chaotic to dig through without a stiff drink first.

Oh, well. Might as well start. I open the doors to the small pantry and—there it is! Unbelievable! First time in, what? Decades! What luck! (Karla musta planted it there to surprise me.)

I fill the pepper grinder and notice the salt shaker is getting pretty light. “Gourmet Sea Salt” was sitting right next to the pepper, but we like salt that is hand dug with silver scoops by old monks in Tibet and hauled out on the bax of yax. I can never find it either. And that is true today too. Oh well. One out of two ain’t bad.