I love salt.
I am an admitted saltaholic.
Usually when I sit down to eat with Mystic, he automatically moves the salt shaker near me.
And is shocked if I don’t happen to use it.
I have a salt shaker on my desk at work, in my office at home, the nightstand in my bedroom, the dining room table, and the kitchen table.
The little white cupboard by my stove is filled with all different types of salts. Table. Sea. Kosher. Pink. Grey. Krazy Jane.
And I don’t feel a speck of guilt about it.
Mostly because when I have my annual check-ups, I make the doctor check things like blood pressure and cholesterol and such, to make sure all is good.
And it always is.
Some things never change. My blood pressure was only high one day in my life that I can recall. It was high enough on 2/8/08 that my obgyn told me she would induce the labor for Madeline.
But that’s a completely different story that ends with … I will forever hold Bank of America responsible for her birth date. I know. It’s a good story. Not so much for Bank of America.
But back to salt.
Land O’Lakes has this new butter that has olive oil and sea salt.
I mean, doesn’t that just make you swoon?
You, as in, my fellow saltaholics.
Go on. Raise your hand. I know I’m not alone.
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