Occasionally, when I consider such things, I feel cheated by certain injustices suffered in my youth. Two of these are salt and pepper with which I was confronted on tables at home and away from home.
I have since discovered good quality sea salt, the being Fleur de Sel from the French Atlantic coastal town of Guérande. Even the rock sea salt, which I put in my own grinder, comes from a different universe than salt sold in super markets. The taste is only mildly related to the white stuff found in salt shakers of my youth.
And pepper, a substance I avoided like the plague in my earlier life. I find little, if any, resemblance between freshly ground black pepper and those black flecks I refused to sprinkle on my food. Many years went by before I even considered adding pepper to anything entering my mouth, because of aversion to anything carrying that name.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.