This summer, my favorite snack is salted limes. Yes, that’s just a lime cut in quarters, sprinkled with salt. Z thinks it’s disgusting, but I say it’s like a virgin tequila shot, which is delicious.
The older I get, the more my childhood sweet tooth atrophies. I’m not sure I ever even had that much of a sweet tooth; my favorite foods have always tended toward the salty and sour—lemons, tomatoes, pickles, olives. But these days, especially in the heat, I positively shy away from anything remotely sugary. So I was delighted to see an article in the NYTimes last week on how sour is currently the hippest taste among the New York foodie set (replacing last week’s Capital-S-Spicy, which I still love, food fashion be damned).
I am not delighted, however, to find that my lackadaisical approach to passing along vital information culled from cyberspace—particularly that which confirms that I Am Cool, Even The New York Times Says So—has resulted in this story’s being filed away under Times Select, which means that when you click on the link, you will be ordered to hand over cash in order to read the story (unless you are not po’ like I am and have already anted up the fee to read the NYT’s good stuff). Do not do this. Refuse to support the conspiracy of extortion aimed at the slacker reading public. Just take my word for it that I have cutting-edge taste buds and leave it at that.
Here’s a news item from the SFGate that you can read: Bush Acknowledges Racism Still Exists. But I think the headline really says it all on that one.