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“Good Old Mom, She’s the Salt of the Earth”

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. (Hey, I have at least one international reader that will admit to it, so let me just pretend I’m I web sensation the world over, would you?) I got my mother’s day present earlier (some high quality headphones for my iPod to do a better job of blocking out stray conversations at work) and certainly wasn’t expecting anything on Sunday.

But Junior wrote me a poem (I will share it tomorrow, because I don’t remember it verbatim and I want to make sure I don’t miss a thing) and gave me a little pot with seeds planted in it. I believe the flowers will be marigolds, but he was calling it something else, so we’ll see.

We packed up and headed out to Newport to meet up with my brother-in-law and his wife who were up here taking their belated honeymoon. And my new sister-in-law presented me with my “other” Mothers Day Present: salt. I got salt for mother’s day! I’ll bet nobody else out there can say that!!! I got salt hand-carried all the way from Houston! And I’m beside myself thrilled!

You see, we eat at Bertucci’s a lot, and they have Cefalu Sea Salt grinders on the table, and I love this salt more than many many things in my life. Every time we go there (a couple of times a month) I threaten to steal the salt off the table, because we have never been able to find it for sale anywhere. Apparently, Mr. Dump wrote down the name and phone number of the import company and did a ton of footwork to try to track it down. The company would only sell it by the case but apparently there’s a liquor store chain in Houston that carries it, and he somehow convinced my SIL to wait in line for 40 minutes (!) to buy me 5 shakers of Cefalu salt (she also bought one for herself). And they gave it to me yesterday and I was bouncing with happiness! No longer do I need to fight the urge to steal!

This is darned tasty salt. It’s hard to explain how salt can taste good, but it just tastes, well, salty. It’s 100x better than anything you pour out of a round box into a shaker, and you grind it yourself with the built in grinder-top. The bottle says it’s imported from Sicily, 100% natural, made only by the Sea and the Sun. Maybe it’s the sun that makes it extra good. I recommend that you all go to Bertucci’s and try some.

So yes, I got salt for mother’s day. And I couldn’t be happier.


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