End of Days, An Autobiography.
Part I — Salt
Salt. Salty potato chips. Salt and vinegar fries. Salt and butter dripping off a cob of corn, cooked on the barbecue. Salt on my roasted carrots, dripping with olive oil and candied from baking in the oven for hours at a low temperature. Salt on a fresh steak, grilled to perfection.
Of all the things I thought I would miss, salt is the top of the list. You might have thought chocolate, or coffee, or even tea. Or dairy. Salty, salty cheese. Citrus. Sour lemony goodness, tangy oranges. Never drank coffee, so that was easy. And yeah, I miss…