Olive wood is attractive….I wouldn’t want stainless steel; it’s too cold and sterile. Is a ceramic grinder important? Would it last longer than these plastic ones? Warmth….copper? Olive wood. Definitely those ones, but I like the copper and glass pair with the mill at the top to avoid crumbing up the table and counter. Plus you can see that you need to refill. Wait….$170?!?!? No.
I looked up from my laptop. What sort of consumeristic wormhole had I fallen into? I closed the computer and laid it aside. It was revelatory; how easy and simple it is to create necessities out of luxuries; to talks oneself into the pepper mill that defines you.
I am perfectly capable of grinding pepper in the mortar and pestle in my kitchen. I have a pepper mill, though it works quite poorly. What led to this silly journey through page after page of perfect pepper mills? Shopping.
I make nearly all of the gifts for my loved ones, but there are always some things that lay outside of my expertise, but would be just the thing for particular people, obliging me to brave the wild frontier of retail shoppes. My daughter was thrilled to go along with me; she has no hangups whatsoever about buying new things, and she fairly pranced along the aisles heaped with goods.
Maybe it’s the lighting that gives me headaches, or the crowds, or the ecological impact of so much packaging waste and overproduction of silly junk. On my way to purchase the gift of two stainless steel travel mugs I passed by a table laden with gleaming, tasteful kitchen goods. Ah, salt and pepper mill sets.
I remembered my sluggish and slow pepper mill, how its plastic grinder parts were wearing down and grinding unevenly, and how it made me feel less like a chef and more like a pepper wrangler. I picked up the sets and examined them, the rectangular florescent lights above me making constellations across their smooth, shiny curves. I put them down, and I bought what I had come for; gifts for others.
But didn’t it just nag at me then? The idea of it? Useful, beautiful, long-lasting, artisan crafted salt and pepper mills? They’d be on our table for the rest of our lives, a continuing testament to our good taste in quality craftsmanship. Through all the seasons they would season! I basically need them!
Except that I don’t, but I thought to check online…maybe there’d be a suitable set for around twenty dollars and I could save for it, and and and…
I don’t want to be defined by my pepper mill. I want to be Christ’s simple child, learning His love, seeing His way, and orienting my life around dwelling in His Presence, and bringing His warmth and joy to others who need “a timely word, seasoned with salt”.