salt
Adventures in Cured Meat
I had received a box of meat in the mail. The note within indicated it was from my prodigal roommate Joe in North Carolina, and the gesture was not out of character for either of us. It was an assortment of vacuum-packed cured country ham in different shapes and sizes, from different providers. Joe wrote […]
Salt on Hands
Sunday night, my hard drive died. I wasn’t overly concerned—I have an external drive and something called “Time Machine” that supposedly backs up my data. And cost wasn’t an issue; after much effort (including zooming in on an upside-down photo of the bottom of my computer to read the serial number) I learned that my […]
Not That I’m a Conspiracy Theorist or Anything…
But come on—that old salt from Gorton’s sitting directly across from the salty little Morton miss, forming a perfect isosceles triangle with that Planters’ nut-job? Something vaguely Last Supper-ish about it, if you ask me. Oh, and they’re all having a great laugh at my expense! Well, we’ll just see who laughs last, advertising mascots. […]
Sea Salt in Wound
I’ve become rather adept at viewing TV shows that I’ve recorded on the DVR. I’ll zip through commercials at the two-little-triangles speed, or if I’m in a big hurry, three little triangles. So it’s all the more impressive when an advertisement catches my eye, forcing me to be kind (to sponsors), rewind, and watch at […]
Salt Not in Wounds
We’ve had a bit of snow and ice here in the Northeast of late, so there’s a container of rock salt inside my apartment building. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the manufacturer was the Morton company. What with their association with salt and all. I looked at the label and thought, “Oh, […]
Jack Silbert, curator