In our family we don’t usually add much salt to our food; if it weren’t for my mother’s love of salt it won’t even mention the word. I remember many times when I had to stop her from adding salt to her own dishes for health purposes. But without the tongue we wouldn’t know if something is salty or not. My tongue (T) had to quite a festive day and it is not the type to keep silent about its annoyance. The whole of Ramadan my mom has been forgetting to add any salt to the food but today she remembered. T got used to that and when I tasted the soup today it felt like someone pinched me! Taste is a powerful thing it seems.
Poor T had to also endure during Ramadan the salty water in our building because we haven’t been getting water from the government very much and we are using the well we have, so imagine making wudoo’ with sea water.
T protested and protested but it is ok now, I gave it the antidote, something sweet!