When I moved into my new place in March, the only person who sent me a housewarming
gift (and gave me some very nice congrats) was our bloggeress. A box
from Zingermans arrived, (how many times do I fantasize about that!) and it
was a traditional housewarming gift, bread and salt. The bread got inhaled
post haste, but let me talk about the salt. Why do I love it?
1.) It’s simple. It’s just salt.
2.) It’s practical without being boring or odd.
3.) It’s in a cool jar with a big cork topper.
4.) I keep it right by the stove and use it nearly every day. When
I do, guess who it reminds me of? Exactly!
5.) It adds flavor to anything and even a little texture as the crystals are
somewhat larger than normal. Does it raise my blood pressure? Maybe
a little, who cares? You think flavor comes for nothing? Guess who
it reminds me of? See #4.
6.) It has a “household saint” kind of feel that ancient Romans
would understand. Salarium, bringer of flavor.
7.) Although it won’t won’t happen anytime soon, eventually the salt will
be gone, leaving the cool jar….which will get another purpose, maybe
to hold coins or my keys. It will never not have a purpose. It’s more
than I can say for me.
It connects to the giver, to the joy of cooking, to a new home, it’s
elemental…and it fills me with love for all of those.