…but not just any salt: Maldon sea salt, after so many sources conspired (and most recently the much-linked Slate article and its tempting dandruff analogy) to make me cave in and buy salt at 17.80€ a kilo (4.45€ for the 250g box).
Yesterday was a holiday in France (“l’Ascension”, which marks the day on which Jesus returned to God: we sure have a lot of religious holidays for a laic country, not that I’m complaining or anything) and I had Friday off too — this is called faire le pont, literally “to make the bridge”.
Amongst other things, my day was spent running a few indispensable errands — a white trenchcoat, two scarves to go with the white trenchcoat (oh I know it’s white but you can’t just wear any old thing with white, you need a brown silk scarf with turquoise blue flowers: turquoise blue is the new pink, didn’t you know?) and a new pair of sneakers in khaki and pink (I can’t give up pink that easily).
And so, while I was in the Grands Magasins area, I dropped by Lafayette Gourmet, tore myself away from Eric Kayser‘s bread corner and Sadaharu Aoki‘s pastry corner, picked up a package of Maldon sea salt as planned, and, unable to resist, added a jar of Christine Ferber jam, scanning all the flavors and choosing Pêches de vigne d’Alsace (vine peaches).
New coat, new salt, new shoes, new jam — this was a good day for shopping!