Ode to a pepper grinder

Back in the 80’s, while I was in college and getting my first apartment I had to have a pepper grinder. It seemed so grown up to me.

My faithful grinder of pepper corns has bit the dust after 35 years of faithful service.

It’s been with me longer than my husband, longer than my children, longer than 99% of everything else in my house.

Such a faithful, constant fixture that I won’t part with, I’ll just retire to my treasure shelf and employ another grinder for my daily pepper.

It’s the little things that we get used to. I’m so grateful it lasted as long as it did.