Why ‘Please Pass the Salt’?

Usually when Andy gets a harebrained idea, he talks big about it for a day or a week and then it sort of fizzles out. I’ve learned, from past experiences, not to take his outrageous ideas seriously and have perfected the art of what we call the ‘smile and wave.’

Sure, honey, we can move to Austria. I’ll start packing my bags. (Not really.) Oh, Japan? Well, sure, okay! (Not really.)

So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself here, up North, surrounded by a heap of moving boxes with a seminarian for a husband. How did this happen?!

And then I found myself missing my old friends and church and city so much I could hardly breathe. I started this here blog as a way to keep them in touch with our new lives here. And, also, as a way for me to process and record this new phase of life.

When the computer asked me for a blog title, I wanted an easy-to-remember, everyday sort of phrase. And I have a friendliness towards, well, salt, and my husband always asks me if I’d like some food with mine. Why yes, yes I would. So I use the phrase myself quite regularly.

(And furthermore, I think good manners are an important part of any civilized society. Hence the “Please,” see?)

Oh and also, it’s an allusion to the salt and light reference of Matthew 5:13.

There. So now you know.