It’s a Miracle all right

After yesterday’s lament about not finding the peppercorns, and complaining about the same thing regarding our precious salt, what should happen but I find the salt! It was on the pantry floor because it comes in a bag that gets bagged in another bag along with yet another bag of desiccant to keep it flowing. All that polyethylene makes for one big slippery mess, and if you try to keep it on a narrow shelf it just slides down and eventually ends up on the floor. Boy, does this stuff taste good! I simply can’t go back to commercially purified sodium chloride (with sugar added to keep it flowing—really!). This natural unwashed salt has all the muck and dead fish and rotting kelp and shark teeth—all that good stuff. Plus whatever comes off of the old monks who dig it up by hand with their silver scoops, and who knows what it’s packed in (goat stomach bladders?) when it’s packed out on the bax of yax. Yum.

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.