Halen Mon Smoked Sea Salt

I had it, and then it was gone.

My aunt had given me a little tube of smoked salt as a gift. I loved it. It made everything taste good. Like my own little bottle of natural MSG. Or kitchen crack.

I ran out.

I went on-line and ordered a BIG tub.

I ran out again.

I went back on-line this week. Hmph. It was more expensive than I remembered. Maybe that is because it is Obama's "favourite" for salting carmels, which Seattle's own Fran's Chocolates does for him.

Now is really not a good time to be spending prime prices for fancy things like shipping in sea salts from Wales. But, my zucchini plants are growing in the garden, and my garden notes from last year tell me that I should be harvesting before the end of the month.

I am really looking forward to slicing those first, tender, moist baby zucchini, and sauteing them with prawns, pine nuts, garlic and a sprinkle of that salt. The salt really makes it.

So, I made a few calls. I found a local hook-up.

And today, I came home with my very own pound of Halen Mon Welsh Smoked Salt.

That should last me a while.