Can you see it now??
I added a little more back into the picture.
I must say…. I loved your guesses.
Immersion blender, icecream maker, Espresso maker,
toilet bowl cleaner?
Nope.
Okay… Okay…
It’s a Salt Pig.
You heard me…
A Salt Pig.
I remember the first time I saw them I scoffed, I laughed…
I swore I would never own one of those things.
I thought probably exactly what you just thought…
”why on earth would you want a big jar of salt on your counter?”
Oh…contraire.
There are many versions of the Salt Pig
For those of you with the big bucks, there’s the swanky Emile Henry.
And this one even has cute little pig ears.
Mine was $4 on sale. And it was red… and I am a sucker for buying anything red for my kitchen.
But why Mama Llama, do I need a Salt Pig?
Well, you don’t.
But when you are cooking and it calls for a dash of salt or a tsp of salt…it just isn’t as fun reaching above your oven for the jar of this.
When you could have this
Sitting on the counter asking for you to dash away.
Making you feel like Bakerella, or Pioneer Woman.
Just twirl around the kitchen a grab a dash of salt…
Makes you want to put on one of those trendy flirty aprons
Or at least for me…
It just makes me feel a little more gourmet
than the chicken nuggets I just heated up in the oven.
I honestly have giggled over the joy my little salt pig has given me.
Pure, good, domestic, culinary joy.
And far be it from me, to keep my joy from you.
I must share my love of the Salt Pig.
May your lives and your dinner be well sprinkled with love…
And plenty of Salt.
