I am not here for the subtleties of salt, for what they’re worth. Whether you’re a rock, sea or table person matters not to me.
I’m not here to run off lengthy metaphors inclusive of crashing waves onto rocks and the grinder as force of nature using its force against nature.
I’m also not here to give you warnings about your poxy heart or the threat of insatiable thirst.
What I’m saying is all salt, ever, performs: 8/10 every time. What’s more, it makes the 6/10 foodstuff also become an 8/10; the ultimate universaliser. Not a word.
Some worked examples:
McCain’s oven chips = 6/10. McCain’s oven chips + salt = 8/10
Raw tomato = 6/10. Raw tomato + salt = 8/10
Throw it on, stare death down. This is not an era for lily-livered doubt. It feels somehow like this should end with a couple of totally rubbish rhymes, so here goes:
Chlorine with Sodium
get on the podium
celery is more dangerous
when dipped into Rhodium.