I don't have a problem with salt. I hope.
I'm definitely not one of those foodbots who grabs the salt shaker as soon as the food comes to the table, and poisons everything. I appreciate salt, but it is not a flavor I crave.
Therefore I don't have a problem with salt. Right?
Ohgod. I took a quick inventory of the foods and snacks we ate during Super Bowl weekend (come on, it's still happening; I'm making seven-layer dip today).
In the photo, you see slices of ham rolled around dill pickles. I converted this recipe a bit from one my friend Kalyn uses for Super Bowl. In Kalyn's recipe (actually her sister's) the ham slices are slathered with cream cheese before rolling. I would skip the cheese! It would be reduced-fat! Then I could fry the rolls for burny flavor and the cheese wouldn't all melt out.
That was when the faint nagging began in my head. I thought, I got the dairy out, but I'm left with salty salt. Ham: salty. Pickles: salt. Where else could I be overlooking the possibility of salt overdo in my diet?
I'm famous for declaring that I don't eat processed foods. But I will happily eat a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup if the need arises (and the need is always "taking care of mommy's brain," so maybe that's more often than I care to admit).
I love to cheat on dinner some nights and eat cheesy popcorn from a bag. Oh, and some nights, it's potato chips with onion dip. The onion dip is homemade; how salty could that be? (The chips, the chips!) And the other day when Cranky brought home a can of greasy peanuts, I ate a few. The salt is visible, and excessive in my opinion, but I ate some.
I still don't think I have a problem. What I have now is a realization that I can't be cavalier about my sodium intake, just because I think I don't have a problem. That stuff adds up!
I think I like this change of heart (get it?), and I know it will be fun, even interesting and creative, to make sure I'm not turning into Lot's wife.