Having left Joe the Merchant behind, we are now fossicking about in a charming spice emporium. The bags and bottles and jars seem to go on forever, and the air is redolent with a hundred exotic aromas. Opening the sample jars and sniffing everything is strongly encouraged. Sigyn has not stopped sneezing since we came in. Perhaps, my love, you should not sniff quite so hard.
I did not know that there were so many different kinds of pepper! I always assumed that it came in one model–black and speckly. But no, there is a (mostly) green sort for me–
–and some red peppercorns for you.
I know the label says “pink.” Those are not pink. Clearly the proprietor of this establishment is color blind. And look–the label says these are not even truly peppercorns at all! They need to hire a new copy editor, wouldn’t you say?
The human female says that spices used to be as valuable, pound for pound, as gold. They are still on the pricey side. If you need me, I will be over in the corner, filling my pockets with saffron…