So while I was making this little vittle, I inadvertenly made something else. A huge mess of exploding fleur de sel when I failed to put the lid on properly and dropped it. After watching every perfect grey crumb go up and then down I had a thought cross my mind.
A fleeting thought. But also one that was rather unappealing. We don't live by the five second rule in this house but I will admit it did occur to me for a moment.....
Can I possibly scoop that back into the jar?
I hate to say I actually considered it for more than a quick minute.
Ugh.
I keep our house very clean and our kitchen floors are hardwood. Guess what? They are still dirty even if I cleaned them every 30 minutes.
I looked closely at the largest pile and saw how much pet hair is on the floor.
I looked closely at the largest pile and saw how much pet hair is on the floor.
Never mind that it was a brand new jar. Never mind that I believe things can't possibly taste as good with out it.
Fleur de sel. More like Fleur de hell! Why do I like you so much anyway.