
I think it’s fair to say that I drive my husband bonkers.
On a regular basis.
There is a LOT of salt in our house at the moment.
You see, I couldn’t…couldn’t…pass up the opportunity to buy a second torn 25kg bag of Olsson’s Australian kiln dried flossy salt for $5. I know you all laughed heartily when I bought the first one six months ago, but I’ve given away and used up more than half of it. I’ve baked mountains of bread, made a dozen jars of preserved lemons, and little pots of salt hand scrub now sit at every sink.
So when I passed this bag on the clearance pallet at Southern Cross Supplies, I didn’t even hesitate…

After the initial eye-roll, the ever patient one helped me to pack it all into manageable 2kg bags…

So…then I had twelve bags, plus the five bags leftover from the first lot. Storing it required a little creativity, but I finally managed to get it all put away. It does, I’ll admit, look suspiciously like an illegal drug stash…

There are now bags of flossy salt hidden all over the house. Pete is unimpressed. We had this conversation last night:
Me: “I’m a wife with a LOT of salt. Get it? A LOT of salt. It’s a biblical reference..”
Pete: “I get it…and you need to stop saying it..”
Me: “I’m HILARIOUS, right?
Pete: “I’m leaving the room now..”
Me: “Don’t look back!”
Seriously, the joke alone was worth $5. The salt was an added bonus!






























