Why is a box of kosher salt sitting on my desk?

It’s reminding me to tell you about how difficult it was to find it, even at Fairway, “Like no other store in the world.”

Indeed, as I wheeled my shopping cart onto the elevator in my building, a woman who’d entered first pointed and said excitedly, “You found salt!” Yes, I had but it was almost accidental. As I explained to her, I looked all over the store twice. After one circuit, I had to think about where salt might be found. Shouldn’t it be next to the sugar? But no; there was plenty of sugar but no salt.

Then, as I was packed into the Fairway elevator going up, I spotted a tiny display of salt on the first floor, nestled next to the fresh fish. Nice try, Fairway. But no, salt should be next to the sugar.

What is going on? The woman in the elevator and I agreed how hard it was to find some things and how weird the things we couldn’t find were. I mean, salt? Why should there be a shortage of salt? Is this a supply chain problem?

Which of course gets me to ask: what is salt? I mean, where does it come from?

The sea, of course, and salt mines. Yet, the Phnom Penh Post says there’s no shortage, not in Cambodia anyway, which seems to harvest sea salt (I saw a photo in the Post illustrating how sea salt is being harvested).

Meanwhile, we’re back to having no tart cranberries on the Zabar’s shelves. And no sugar-free cookies, either. I’ll cope.

And now I’ll put the kosher salt box in the kitchen. Where it belongs.

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