Who's Salty Now?

Back in the idyllic days we spent living in the little pink house at 161 Crittenden Blvd. in Rochester, NY, we always had a bowl of kosher salt sitting by the stove ready for seasoning at a moment's notice. One of the best things about that house was how often we cooked and ate together. And the salt bowl always reminds me of our post-practice egg sandwiches, our adventures in broiling, and roasting whole chickens. Sometimes it makes me think about the bean pot too, but less often. Also it reminds me of The Barnebey kitchen, where there aren't cabinets, and everything is out in the open. When I came to Madison in August of 2004 and moved in with Schwenn, Blatts, and Batman, I bought a box of kosher salt and started my own salt bowl. I used this little red bowl, part of a larger 6 piece dinnerware set, on permanent loan from the U of R dining center that I may or may not have stolen from Joanna (my set is green, not red). And it made me have happy thoughts whenever I went to salt things. Today, after 3.9 years of consistent use, I finished off the last of that 1st box of salt. And now my salt bowl is empty.


Alex said...

What a momentous occasion. I always wondered why there was a bowl of salt on the counter.

tommy said...

Maybe it was all those Coors Lights, but I have no recollection of that salt bowl.