The old adage that you don’t appreciate something until it’s gone is so true. I finally have a working pepper grinder and I am surprised how much I missed it. It was a sad day for me when our pepper mill bit the dust. I am not talking about a pretentious yard-long pepper grinder like they offer you in fancy, and not so fancy, restaurants. I am talking about the run-of-the-mill pepper grinder you keep on the kitchen table and grind over your plate without thinking much about it.
After the mechanism in our pepper grinder rained plastic shards onto my plate, it took me several weeks to pick up a new one. I would remember the broken pepper grinder when I was cooking, or eating, but not when I was actually at the store.
It was amazing how much I missed my freshly ground black pepper. The can of faded ground pepper that had been hanging out in the cabinet just didn’t fill the void. There is nothing like cracking peppercorns as you need them. They release that sharp, tangy aroma as they fall in irregular black and tan shards on top of a steaming potato or creamy plate of scrambled eggs. I missed my pepper and I am so glad I have it back.
Think really hard. What spice or condiment would you miss if you had to do without it?