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Sea salt?
What th’ heck is sea salt? I know. I know. It’s that stuff in the ocean that fills up your nose when you go under the waves, but what th’ heck is it doing on peanuts? I just wanted peanuts. A can of peanuts. I didn’t want cashews. I didn’t want mixed nuts. You know how those cans of mixed nuts have all those big dark nuts you push away to get to the good ones. Those big ones are totally tasteless. When you get to the bottom of the can there are twenty-three of them staring up at you. Maybe you like them. Not me. I walked past the cashews to the dry roasted peanuts – makes my throat dry just to think of them. I walked past the butter toffee nuts and the honey roasted nuts to the party mixes. I just wanted peanuts and at the end of the row, I found them. Cocktail peanuts I think they call them. Skip the cocktail, I just want the peanuts. Love to munch on them while I read, watch the Padres, enjoy my evening at home. Standing in the grocery aisle within reach of the peanuts, visions of me sitting in front of the TV, the Padres winning three-oh and me popping peanuts floated through my mind. I took a can and tossed it into my grocery cart. And took it right out. “Lightly Salted.” How did I miss that? You know how “lightly salted” peanuts are. No taste. And besides, peanuts are s’posed to make you thirsty so you can go out to the kitchen for a drink and then eat some more peanuts. I’d been a whole week without peanuts. If I didn’t find some plain ol’ salted peanuts I’d end up snacking on ice cream bars and cookies and all that unhealthy stuff. At least the peanuts give me protein. I know. If you know me, you know I eat all that other stuff anyway. But at least the peanuts keep me from over-doing it. Finally I found them. The right ones. You could tell by the picture. Wait – what’s this? SEA SALTED? What’s that? I’ve never seen SEA SALT on anything, have you? Well, you know the only reason they’d blast it out on the can like that is ’cause someone somewhere must’ve decided sea salt is healthier than regular salt. I refused to read the label. I did not want to know the reasons someone decided that sea salt is healthy. We already know everyone’s more relaxed in the water. Does that mean sea salt will lower your blood pressure? I wasn’t about to find out. I wanted my salted peanuts like they always were before. I went home peanut-less that day. Last weekend I had to pick up some groceries at Vons for Dad. As I tripped down the aisles it occurred to me that whoa! Vons would have peanuts. Sure enough, Vons had peanuts. Cashews, honey roasted peanuts, butter toffee peanuts, mixed nuts, lightly salted peanuts and SEA SALTED peanuts. No just plain peanuts. I was getting desperate now. I even started wondering if sea salted peanuts might taste all right. But all I could think of was the taste of sea salt in my nose in the ocean and although that isn’t a bad taste, it’s a bit brinier than I think I’d like on my peanuts. I went home peanut-less again. How about you? Have you had any of those sea salted peanuts? Are they any good? Better yet – does anyone know where I can find regular salted peanuts? Text me if you do – at 619/997-5679. I’ll even share them with you, if you like a good ball game now and then.
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Some things I don’t remember, but I never forget anything. That’s what I thought until I opened the trunk of my car after work one day and saw the three black trash bags I was supposed to leave at the bottom of the hill that morning. Lucky for me, they didn’t stink yet. The road to our house is a short steep hill and it’s a private road so the trash truck doesn’t come up it. Those huge waste containers on wheels that everyone else has don’t work for the seven families that live on our road. It’s way too steep to roll them down – you’d end up flying down the hill behind a giant runaway trash barrel. Although, a couple of the neighbors do – not fly down the hill, but they roll their trash barrels down the road. Very carefully. The rest of us drive our trash down to the bottom of the hill. The general method is to stash the trash in your trunk, drive to the bottom of the road, put on your flashers, remove the black bags from the trunk and set them alongside the road. Looks awful. That was the only thing we didn’t like about the house when we bought it – it looked like a trash center because although the trash truck picks up on Tuesdays, there always seem to be trash bags there. I digress. Sorry. After I totally forgot to take out the trash at all - when I had five bags filled with house trash, plus odds ’n ends from the garage that had been gathering dust and spiders and that I’d sneaked into the bags in my determination to clear out the garage over the next six months – I knew I had to come up with a plan. Otherwise, by the time I remembered, I’d need a U-Haul truck to take it all down to the bottom of the road. The plan was oh so clever! I’d put those bags in the trunk of my car the night before. Then, if I forgot in the morning, it would already be there. Good plan. So I did. I was so proud of myself that night. The next morning I got up and went to work. Straight to work. No stops. Had a good day at work. Got out a bit late; called Paul to tell him I’d pick him up at six and then - I don’t remember why, but - I opened the trunk. Three big black bags of trash looked up at me, like “When are you going to let us out?” Last week I only had two bags of trash to take down. By now I knew I’d have to do something really different or for sure I’d forget. Again. I meditated for hours on this. I saw visions of black trash bags sitting by the roadside at the bottom of the hill. Of course that inspired me and I came up with a new plan. This new plan was undefeatable. This new plan couldn’t be better. The new plan was that I’d get the trash bags ready the night before but I would not put them in the trunk. I’d set them on the garage floor, right behind the trunk of my car. Perfect! I’d see them the minute I opened the garage door, put them in the trunk, take them down to the bottom of the road and drop them off. And I did that. I set them right behind my car. I saw them there in the morning. I hoisted them into the trunk, got in the car and drove off. Nice drive. Traffic was light all the way in to work and all the way home. The trash bags enjoyed the commute. They’re waiting patiently in the garage for their next trip out.
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