OK, let's talk about salt here for a moment: I love the stuff. I mean, seriously love it. I think it borders being a problem.
In my defense, every one on my father's side of the family is the same way. We even have a phrase for the act of salting one's food, known as "frosting". Take any one of us and by the time that dinner is over, and the plate has been removed from its spot on the table, there is a ring of salt. The "Boaz Salt Ring", as I like to refer to it. My first memory of salt came from sitting at my usual spot at my Meme's dinner table with her and my Grandad. She had made hamburgers that night for dinner. There were the usual suspects laid out to garnish the ever towering burgers, lettuce, onion, mustard, tomatoes, and pickles but, there was also the salt. I can remember my Meme gently grasping the shaker of salt with the tips of her fingers and then she began to shake. All the while while carrying on a conversation with my Grandad and I. She just kept shaking. Salt was going everywhere. It honestly looked as if it were snowing at the table. When she had finished, there was a thin layer, not quite solid but dangerously close to it turning the dark brown of the hamburger to something that more resembled gravel. And do you know the funny thing? At the time, I didn't even think any thing of it. I am not sure when I picked up the salt shaker for the first time, but when I did, there was no turning back.
In my defense, every one on my father's side of the family is the same way. We even have a phrase for the act of salting one's food, known as "frosting". Take any one of us and by the time that dinner is over, and the plate has been removed from its spot on the table, there is a ring of salt. The "Boaz Salt Ring", as I like to refer to it. My first memory of salt came from sitting at my usual spot at my Meme's dinner table with her and my Grandad. She had made hamburgers that night for dinner. There were the usual suspects laid out to garnish the ever towering burgers, lettuce, onion, mustard, tomatoes, and pickles but, there was also the salt. I can remember my Meme gently grasping the shaker of salt with the tips of her fingers and then she began to shake. All the while while carrying on a conversation with my Grandad and I. She just kept shaking. Salt was going everywhere. It honestly looked as if it were snowing at the table. When she had finished, there was a thin layer, not quite solid but dangerously close to it turning the dark brown of the hamburger to something that more resembled gravel. And do you know the funny thing? At the time, I didn't even think any thing of it. I am not sure when I picked up the salt shaker for the first time, but when I did, there was no turning back.
*A fair warning, I would file this in the eat alone with with others category as the scent of soy and boiled eggs is a little strong, but so long as your company doesn't mind, I suppose there is nothing to worry about.
1/2c. cooked brown rice, kashi pilaf, or some such
1t. soy sauce
1/2t. lemon juice
1/4t. toasted sesame oil
1/4-1/2t. red pepper flakes
2 boiled eggs, cooked to your preference
-Combine the above ingredients, and top with eggs.
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