Tabling the Salt

In case anyone is wondering, I hate table salt. It tastes like rust. And makes my tongue hurt.

This semester I have been on a kick with popcorn as my study snack. Hey - it's fat free, cheap, crunchy, and satisfying. What else can I ask for?

This was actually inspired by the popcorn habit of an autistic teen girl I work with. She LOVES popcorn and has it almost every evening I have spent with her.

Smart girl, man! Popcorn: perfect snack!

So it's been almost nightly that I bust out my little popcorn maker (One of the best gifts I have ever received, courtesy my lovely ladies from SMFA) and cook up some fresh hot popped corn. I toss some sea salt on it, bring it and my cup of tea to my desk, and try my darnedest to not inhale it Cookie Monster style. There are even nights when I have to restrain myself from making a second bowl.

Last night I ran out of sea salt. I shed a little tear and put "buy Sea Salt" on my to-do list for on my way home from the library today. But this morning I decided to work from home instead, seeing no reason to haul my crap to the library and cause myself even more back pain.

After an ungratifying can of soup for lunch I decided that what I needed was a nice piping hot bowl of popcorn! I whipped it up, tossed it in the bowl, and...

Oh, sad face! I'm out of Sea Salt.

I thought, oh it's not such a big deal. I'll just toss some table salt on it. It won't be that different.

Well, kids, I am here to tell you that it is. And it SUCKS. My popcorn tasted like... well, rusty. And all my saltiness tasting taste buds cringed.

I had to abandon my popcorn. It was tragic.

I hereby declare myself Anti-Table Salt.