SaltJune 21, 2007
Do you have ANY IDEA how many times I have gargled with salt water in my whole life? Maybe one million times. Maybe three billion times. Give or take a few. Blech. Strep, three or four times a year, for my whole life, plus months and months of tonsillitis. The tonsillitis is now resistant to the strong antibiotics I'm on, so they're testing to see what else they can put me on for the next 5 weeks until the surgery date. Dude, when the bird flu hits, either I'll go down in a hot second, or I'll be immune to EVERYTHING because of the build-up of antibiotics in my system. (I know, antibiotics are bad. No medical horror stories, please. I have to be on them to keep the infection at least a little at bay. Although they're not working right, huh?)
Anyway. It all comes down to salt. As usual.
I love salt. (I have very low blood pressure. No medical horror stories, PLEASE.) No, really I LOVE salt. I love the taste of it, the smell of it. Lala bought me a ten pound BAG of it from Costco the other day as a joke. Or maybe it was a serious gift of love. Or maybe it was both. Whatever, I propped it up in the kitchen. Tasty decoration. I salt food before I taste it (although if it's homemade I try not to. I take a little taste and THEN add salt. I am Polite Company).
Sometimes, and I've done this ever since I was a little kid, I'll lick the side of my hand and pour a little salt on it and lick it off. I don't really care for potato chips, but I'll eat them for the salt. I don't like pistachios but I suck the shells and throw out the nut. Even gargling with salt water, you know..... I enjoy the flavor if not the activity.
I love this in particular: I pour the teaspoon of salt in the mug, add the hot water, then stir with the metal spoon. As I stir, and the salt dissolves, the tone of the metal spoon hitting the ceramic mug goes lower in pitch. Reminds me of the siren going by, the Doppler Effect of salt.
That is all.