Wayback Wednesday – Salt In My Wounds
It’s time to go wayback again, this time to this week four years ago. This post seemed appropriate because in it I complain of injuries and today though not injured, I am under the weather and not up to writing a full fresh new post just yet. And, I just love my artwork on the salt cellar so I had to share that again with the world. This was originally posted on Valley Victuals on March 6, 2007.
Hey, what’s up? It’s me, your old buddy Jennifer. You remember. We go way back.
Burlington, MA back in ’03, right? I swooned over your brownies and you made fun of my vintage digital camera. You called it a Viewmaster. Good times, good times. (Oh, remember you told me it would be really hard to overknead my pizza dough? Well, it’s not that hard.)
As you know, dude, I am a big fan of all your stuff. Love the shows, love the cookbooks. I’m even a fan of your products. I have the plunger, and really, how does anyone make peanut butter cookies without them? I’m also a kosher salt convert, I use it instead of table salt in all my cooking. And your salt cellar is just so darn handy for grabbing a pinch when needed, not to mention so cute in the new colors.
There’s just one thing you should know. That salt cellar may look all sweet and innocent, but it has a darker side.
Alton, your salt cellar is blood-thirsty!
Ten days ago, I noticed that the base of my salt cellar was looking a little crusty. So, I took the glass part out and put the metal part in the sink to wash it. I got it all sudsy and was scrubbing away when – GAAAAAAAH!!! Blinding pain. Gushing blood. Four hours later, I was back from the emergency room with three stitches in my throbbing left pinky.
Upon post-injury examination of the cellar, I can only assume the injury was sustained from collision with the very bottom edge of the base, which is not quite as smooth as it could be.
I am writing today not to ask for my money back or for a replacement, but only to warn you and others. I’d hate for you or one of your staff to do the same thing and possibly hamper production of those new episodes of Good Eats. And of course, all the other customers of your product. (But if you really felt bad about it, a 27-pack of DVDs might make me feel better.)
Jennifer “9-Finger” Adams