I have been thinking about the story of salt and other stories I have encountered.
There are hundreds of varieties of salt worldwide to satisfy those curious about this vital ingredient.
Salt is essential for human life – although harmful when consumed in large quantities, this is the only mineral that humans consume as nourishment.
Salt is an ingredient that enhances the flavor of food and even desserts.
If you love salt like me, you will know that salt is used extensively in areas other than food.
From legends and religions to migrations and wars has been used for centuries –
Salt is a precious and rare ingredient.
The Story of Salt – Carrot Cake with Salt Cream Cheese Frosting
The first time Ben bought something from his home to the office – we were surprised.
Pat nudged me and whispered loudly, “He bakes!!!”
“Of course. Baking is just science,” I said.
“But it’s carrot cake.”
“Which tasted like wilted strands of coconut.”
“But you like coconut.”
“I like coconut water.”
“But there’s Cream Cheese Frosting.”
“I prefer shaved Parmesan cheese onto pasta and risotto, meatballs, and Caesar salad.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
“Why do you like him.”
Pat shrugged and went to chat Ben up.
She couldn’t understand why I was so unimpressed.
I didn’t tell her that I also baked.
Baking is just science.
Measure the dry ingredients accurately.
Follow the instructions to the tee.
The Story of Salt – What could go wrong?
Using salt instead of sugar is one.
One day I helped Geri baked. Of course, it had to be coincidentally a Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting.
It was for her 21st birthday.
I have two BIG weaknesses when it comes to baking.
Hard to count this as TWO – it feels like a few hundred.
She can’t measure accurately
She has a nasty habit of opening the oven to peek at the cake
So, I was tasked with whipping the cream cheese for the frosting.
I put in salt instead of sugar. Geri never spoke to me again.
“And every offering of your grain offering you shall season with salt; you shall not allow the salt of your God’s covenant to be lacking from your grain offering. With all your offerings, you shall offer salt.” Leviticus 2:13
The Story of Salt – Curry Noodles with Sugar Broth.
I used to eat at the same noodle shop every day for almost a year.
I love the convenience and I’m boring when it comes to food.
There’s no hard and fast rule about eating.
At the Noodle Shop, the rules are simple.
Mr. Goh makes the Curry Noodles.
Mrs. Goh makes the Poached Chicken.
The rest of us (read customers) we just eat, pay, and come back every day.
It was a sure-fire way for a successful Chinese business.
The Chinese are simple, straight forward people.
My biggest Chinese trait?
I like to do business and I hate gossip and small talk.
Neysa told me that the owner of the shop she goes to for meals makes too many comments.
The woman owner commented on her dressing.
She commented on her friends.
Owner woman commented when Neysa’s friends paid for her food.
The solution: Just eat at a Chinese operated eating shop.
You come in.
They bring the food out.
Hot, consistently good.
You eat. You pay. You come back tomorrow.
The Story of Salt – Chinese Businesses
I told Neysa that I ate at Mr. and Mrs. Goh’s restaurant/café/Kopitiam/canteen every day for two meals for the year I worked next door.
You got to eat at a Chinese operated business.
No one makes any comments.
It’s just like that.
That’s the way it goes.
Until one morning at breakfast.
I looked at Mr. Goh, yawning like a Hippopotamus in his corner.
“Why did you make a syrup soup for the Curry Noodles? What’s wrong with you?”
“No, what’s wrong with YOU, Aunty?”
I pursed my lips.
I collected all the half and empty soya sauce containers from all the tables in his restaurant/café/Kopitiam/canteen.
I plonked that on the counter where Mr. Goh serves his Curry Noodles.
“Twenty bowls and my regulars didn’t say a WORD.”
“Well, Mr. Goh, you run a Chinese operated restaurant/café/Kopitiam/canteen. The customers just eat quietly, pay, and leave clues for you.”
“I overslept. I must have put sugar instead of Salt in the Curry Broth.”
The Story of Salt – I didn’t marry for the disparity.
Budi, my friend’s Indonesian maid, is 4′ -10″.
One day, she said, “I show a family photo. Sisters”