When I was a little girl I would go visit my Grando and Papa. For some reason one thing about my Papa that I always remember is that he loved pepper. As a child I thought it was gross to see his eggs covered in pepper. As soon as we would sit down to eat he would reach for the pepper an soon everything on his plate would be covered in pepper.
Recently I discovered that when I look down at my plate it looks very familiar. I love pepper. I've never really liked salt, but it's sidekick I sure do love. I'm very proud of loving pepper. My Papa was an amazing man and I feel like I have a little of him in me when I sit down to eat and reach for the pepper.
