Even though it’s mid-January and we’re now in the latter half of winter that seems to stretch on until about June or so, I’m staving off the mid-winter blues by enjoying the lovely treats I received from friends and family for Christmas. One of the more exciting foodie gifts came from my sweet law school friends, Katie and Kittu. As I breathlessly tore past the pineapple Williams Sonoma paper, I discovered…
Real sea salt. Not the kind that comes in a canister. Sea salt from France (which automatically makes it better.) Specifically, île de Ré. The “I” gets a little hat. This is the kind of stuff that gets me excited.
To understand why, you should really read this post about another wind-swept island off the coast of France, Belle-Île en Mer. Close your eyes for a moment and picture that you’re at the beach, smelling the salty sea air. Take a deep breath and relax. Forget all of that snow on the ground.
And, to complete my delusions of chef-dom (or at least one-day foodie celebutante), they also sent this beautiful salt cellar. I love the smooth finish and beautiful natural pattern of the wood’s grain; and the lid slides off smoothly and then slips back in place with a magnetic closure. I feel like it’s the kind of salt container that a Food Network star would have as part of their mise en place.
Can you tell that I am very excited to finish future dishes with petite amounts of real sea salt plucked judiciously from my fancy salt cellar, sprinkled from on high?
Because I really am.
Hi, my name is Starvacious Gal, and I am a food geek.