I had great plans this morning when I came down to make my guitar. A decent night’s sleep will do that to me. Following a theme, sort of, I was going to make something like a sand painting with the various kinds and colors of sea salt in my kitchen. I really planned that. When I started pulling out the salts and putting them on the counter, I found that I couldn’t do it. I love the subtle flavors and textures of sea salt. I love what they can add to a dish on such a subliminal level that I’m probably the only one (amongst those I feed regularly) who even knows they are there. I couldn’t bring myself to mix them. I totally broke down. No. I won’t do it. If I want to do a sand painting, I’m going to have to get ahold of colored sand. The salt remains sacrosanct.