You can't taste the peppercorn, which is a mercy. Tastes quite nice, actually.
Today was up around 50, so the luge course of the driveway melted enough that I could hack some chunks out of it. If it freezes tonight everything will be, as Jami's grandmother used to say, "slick as snot". (I always thought of snot as rather sticky, myself.)
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