What was the source of this cared-for feeling I got a whiff of every time I opened the pepper?

"Going to Walmart. Need anything?” The text popped up on my phone.

“Thanks!!!!” I responded quickly because when your teen makes you a shopping offer, you have to respond within four minutes or he’s already paid for his Powerade and is back in the car.

“Plz multi grain cheerios and lens solution — can be generic brand — and black pepper.”

He walked in 20 minutes later and handed me my groceries. Oh, cute. I usually get frum brand spices that come in round containers with red caps. Tzvi had gotten me a rectangular tin box with one opening big enough for a measuring spoon and another small enough for just a sprinkle.

I stowed everything away and went on with my work.

A day or two later I was making myself an omelet. I reached into the pantry for my new tin of pepper. As I sprinkled pepper onto my omelet, I had a cozy feeling inside.

The sensation, which I can best describe as the cozy nostalgic feeling you get when you smell a scent from long ago, lingered and made my day a little bright.

It returned full force when I used my Great Value Pure Ground Black Pepper to season my potato kugel. And trickled into my psyche again when I sprinkled pepper onto my salad.