So, it starts pretty simple: my youngest son bounds through the front door (scaring me and all the other occupants of my humble household half to death) with this bizarre looking log in his hands. "MOM!" hollering at the top of his lungs as he bellows out my call-sign before taking notice that I was only a few feet away. He was sweaty, hair matted to his little forehead and stinky like any 11 year old boy would be after playing in god knows what for a few hours after school yesterday. "Oh lawdy, what now?" mumbling as I make my way over to investigate the source of the jubilation that just oozes out of his every pore. "What the heck is THAT?" I ask to which he replies, "I dunno … but isn't it coooool?"
Hmm. Not knowing what "it" is and bringing "it" INTO the house is usually not a good thing. The object in question was almost the size and weight of two bricks and the color of a brick mixed in with some pretty Georgia red clay and what appeared to be … salt. The weird thing was it was a wrapped rock. Yes. It was wrapped in some sort of protective plastic and for a minute, I was wondering about the obvious. "Where did you get this thing?" I asked while taking it from the clutches of my proud little miner (street scavenger) and inspecting it carefully. "It was in the middle of the road," he replied. Yeah right.
I am not a geologist nor a gemologist BUT for a minute there, I was kind of excited that he had found some treasure. And I was really thankful the thing was not moving, bleeding or needing a home because bugs, injured critters and strays seem to be all the rage with little boys. So, we made our way into the kitchen and cut the plastic off and ran it under some water for a while just because it seemed like the thing to do. It was dusty and I think water goes with everything in my kitchen. Fires are common, but that is another story. Moving along, we QUICKLY discovered it was, in fact, some sort of degradable substance since it melted (?) a little bit while we were giving it a bath. "Interesting" and "STOP!" were the two words being shared the most. I was finding the whole event rather interesting and my son was begging me to stop messing with his rock. I was winning. Anyway, the thing was patted dry and set aside so we could do a little research. And guess what? It WAS salt but not just any old regular salt.
Lemmie back up a tiny bit.
The neighborhood I live in has seen a huge construction boom in the last little while. Craftsmen of all types have been in and out of the area building and playing in their oversized Tonka trucks while the rest of civilization goes on about its business. After my son found this wrapped rock (no joke … it was wrapped) and after searching the web for answers, we learned something cool. And we also learned that we are apparently way behind on both culinary chic and artsy-fartsy construction. Freaking rich neighbors. Anywaaaay ….
Wondering what this thing was? Try this: Himalayan Salt. Yes! I can see some vibrant soul climbing to the highest peaks in the Himalayas to stake claim, absorb the view and … collect salt??? Huh? Oh wait … I am getting distracted by another vision. Amazing how the mind takes frequent breaks and blends multiple thoughts together at once. Back to the story! Seems one of my goofy neighbors lost their salt on the way home and my darling little boy found it and brought it home to mommy. Well, he brought it home for himself but I confiscated it after much debate. Muahahaha! Click if you want to see what I am talking about. Our rock looks like this
www.atthemeadow.com/shop/index… and it is heavy. Wonder if it would make cool lick-able necklace/pendant that folks could wear during endurance races or something … for salt replenishment, maybe!? What can I say? I have a very hyperactive imagination!
As it turns out, this sort of salt is used in kitchens to present and serve food on AND it is used in construction of foofoo fancy structures. Right now, our salt block is drying out and knowing my skill in the kitchen, it will probably become a fixture in the garden. Hmm. Probably not a good idea either. Okay, I will give it back to the child and he can use it as a bookend in his room.