I LOVE Salt

Luckily for me, I can have my salt and so far, so good on the ol' blood pressure. And boy do I love my salt. Even as a kid, if my parents didn't keep an eye on the salt shaker it ended up in my mouth. And we lived on a farm. With salt licks for the cows and big chunks of salt for the water softner. Sounds gross, I know, but hey, kids have eaten worse.

Being pregnant sucked because I had to lay off the ol' salt along with caffiene and alcohol. Even so, Noah still inherited my love for salt. It's totally a family thing. Both my sisters are salt-aholics as well. It's hardwired in our DNA.

If you are itching to buy me a present, try this: "Salt:A World History" by Mark Kurlansky. I just found out about this book and NEED to read it one day. Or any gourmet salt will do. Really. I would luurve it.

The best article I have read about salt was written by Dara Moskowitz in City Pages. She widened my salt horizons beyond Morton's salt and sea salt. Did you know there is a salt to serve over chocolate? It's called Maldon salt and it is a woman's version of a wet dream, I tell ya.

Since I don't have the picture of me at 2 years old with a salt shaker in my mouth scanned, I will leave you with this: a kid on the way to his family's salt mine. I bet a dollar he's chewing on a mouthful right now.