It is a kind of taste that our taste buds sense to. It gives a sense of bit between that os sweet and sour. It is not just a sense of taste but also available in a physical form which is obtained from the evaporation process of the sea water and is used to add taste in the food. It is also required in an appropriate amount for the proper functioning of the human body.
We are called to be Gods salt of the word! Salt brings out the flavor I’m everything it encounters we need to be God’s salt here on earth to bring out His light and will for our lives! To have Him at the centre and be bringing out a God like taste that others can experience
People are called the salt of the earth. What does that even mean? It’s not like the ground tastes that great as it is, but no amount of salt is really going to redeem it, is it? If I was a good, down-to-earth, humble kind of person, then I’d kinda want to be referred to as ‘awesomely humble’ rather than ‘salt of the earth’. Just saying…
The salt was drying on my skin. It made my skin stiff and me uncomfortable. I wriggled a bit. “Be patient.” he whispered soothingly. I looked up at him a slight scowl on my face. “How much longer? I don’t like being without water.” I whispered back. “Not much longer now. About an hour.” I gave a small grunt to emphasize my discontent. He laughed quietly and then pulled my head onto his shoulder. “Shhh. Just go to sleep. If you do, we’ll be there before you know it.” My face became warm but I obediently shut my eyes and fell asleep to the slight rock of the train and the sound of his normal, human heart beating.
Salt is a very essential seasoning for cooking. Not only does it allow foods to taste better and different, but our body needs it to survive. Salt is also known as sodium. Salt is not just used in cooking but for daily activities. Throwing salt on your napkin where your drink is setting is sure to make it not stick.
Salt n’ peppa. . .”Let’s talk about sex baby. . . let’s talk about you and me. . . ”
Reminds me of living with a housemate and we’d play Salt N Peppa as our getting ready to go out music. . . very loud.
Also had dinner once at a place called “Salt”, and there’s also salt n’ pepper hair.
slat and pepper.
it tickles when he walks in
there is a smile on my face
i see him every day
he ask for his coffee smiles and goes
i see him every day
i can’t help but smile
but then i can’t ask him
“how are you today”
salt and pepper.
i wait for him and then i smile
She stared out, her gaze meeting the horizon, an orange and yellow melting pot of a sunset leaving her, taking away the warmth and comfort from under her. Her face, still wet from the ocean water, contorted in pain as streams of tears fell down her face, the salt from them mixing with the salt from the water. She was alone now, in the dark, in the cold. They’d finally taking everything away from her.
In my wounds. Every last sting, burn, scald, pinch, pull, bruise and bite reminds me of her. That putrid perfume, that gnarled crooked smile. she was a disease, and I wanted no cure.
There is nothing more brilliant than the way it tastes, a pinch in your mouth or a kick to your senses. It opens doors to the exploration of flavors, and to the savoring of something more than what we expected at first glance.
Sodium Chloride. Also the name of a movie with Angelina Jolie. Used in many foods as a seasoning. Hurts on wounds. Considered the polar opposite of pepper.
Salt and pepper.
Water and orange juice.
Black and white.
Fingers and toes.
…but salt and pepper are both spices, they actually have something in common…
Well, water and OJ are fluids,
black and white are colours,
and fingers and toes are both parts of the body.
Get over yourself- every antonym has a similarity.
I can feel the breeze in my hair, all scrunched up and curly.
I can see the sun, why, all it does is rising and falling.
I can hear the waves colliding, they grow stronger and suddenly weaker.
I can taste the sun kisses, so sweet and tangy.
I can smell the salty air, oh, it does wonders on me, just like your smell.
I pushed the bean in my mouth, it was a soybean. Sea salted. Taking in the taste, inquiring it. There was not enough salt. I expected much more saltiness than I was given
.
once upon a time there was salt.
salt created it all.
believe me not? look around you and think about it all.
lick your hand, what do you taste?
salt.
salt is everything so instead of worshiping your nonexistent god why don’t you worship something real and worthwhile, like salt?
Salt in the wound. That is what your avoidance is to my heart. Is it not enough that everyone knows? Is it not enough that I must face them all, day after day, after day? But you, also, have turned away from me? In this bleak hour of need, I would have thought my shadow would stand behind me.
He sat picking at his pretzel, taking each grain of salt off. One. By. One. He was trying to be patient, but he couldn’t help but realize that they were ten minutes late, all of them. This pretzel was his way of trying to blend in; he didn’t want to look like a loner. Truth be told, he didn’t look like a loner, but he did feel lonely. What would he do when he ran out of grains of salt?
you can season food with it it makes things taste better. I think of tears gliding down my cheek and falling to the corner of my mouth. People who are salt-y rarely make it far
I peeled off the scab and stepped gently into the ocean… I felt the salt water gently wade over the open wound. It felt nice; the fragility of my being exposed under the thin pressure of a small wave. I let its chill run through my soul, I let it pour in again and again… awaiting the feeling that meant I might be healing again.
I can’t believe you people pick sugar over salt. What kind of world would it be without a perfectly salted tortillanchip? How would the guacamole feel???? Salt is my life. I like to feel salty and never too sweet.
I’m a salt freak and so is he – that is what we have in common licking our lips
and looking for the next potato chip…if it wasn’t for the silver ring I gave him
he would never be cell phone stalking me… if it weren’t for the yummy foot
massages he gives me I wouldn’t text him back – but here we are two salt
freaks with our individual fetishes… not too mention the quiet kissing kind
of melancholy or bittersweet. cause we both kind of get off on bitter too.
bitter coffee, veges and kisses –
The salty tracks of her tears cleared the dust that clung to her face. She wanted to rub them away, but she had no more strength or will power left to do so. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, fall asleep, and never wake up again. Why had things gone so wrong? Why? How?
Lick the salt. The block sits there begging for you to seal the piece of open pain. Lick the salt from this slit open and hurting. It hurts for you. Help.
Salt is stupid, stupid, stupid. Honestly, I can’t think of a single thing to write about salt. Actually, I had some very salty french fries at a baseball game. That much sodium in one tiny package should be illegal. I really don’t have any feelings about salt. It’s yummy in small quantities, but bad for you. The end
I jumped in the ocean, the feeling if freedom overwhelmed me so much that I didn’t think about riding with the wave. Instead it crushed over my small body, the strength was amazing, I was unable to swim up o the surface…I was trapped and suddenly tasted the salty water fill my throat, then my lungs, I was drowning. All I could see were the sun beams coming through the water; I reached up trying to break surface, finally I gather enough hope and strength and broke through to the top. I had survived this; I was invincible.
It burned every time he thought about it. Today was the worst, it felt as if she had ripped open his heart and liberally applied all the salt to his wound she could manage. He turned away from her, no one ever said love would be so hard and hurt so much. He was doomed the moment he saw her walk into the room. He wanted to run away as she kissed that prick and smiled in his direction. That bitch.
Nothing is complete without its salt. Food doesn’t taste good without it; people aren’t fully satisfied without the extra something that’s needed. Salt. completes. Salts of the world are what makes the world go around. Salt fulfills what no other things or people can accomplish.
salt. beach water consists this, and if it didn’t the beach would be much more enjoyable. french fries consists this, and if it didn’t the french fries would be less enjoyable. guess salt will have its good times and its bad times. salt.
It is a kind of taste that our taste buds sense to. It gives a sense of bit between that os sweet and sour. It is not just a sense of taste but also available in a physical form which is obtained from the evaporation process of the sea water and is used to add taste in the food. It is also required in an appropriate amount for the proper functioning of the human body.
We are called to be Gods salt of the word! Salt brings out the flavor I’m everything it encounters we need to be God’s salt here on earth to bring out His light and will for our lives! To have Him at the centre and be bringing out a God like taste that others can experience
waste movie…, opposite of sugar.
The salt in the sea swam freely knowing its limitlessness. In white dresses and foamy crowns, it spoiled itself to rule the waters.
This word conjures up best-forgotten memories of my second grade salt-eating contest. Did not end well.
People are called the salt of the earth. What does that even mean? It’s not like the ground tastes that great as it is, but no amount of salt is really going to redeem it, is it? If I was a good, down-to-earth, humble kind of person, then I’d kinda want to be referred to as ‘awesomely humble’ rather than ‘salt of the earth’. Just saying…
The salt was drying on my skin. It made my skin stiff and me uncomfortable. I wriggled a bit. “Be patient.” he whispered soothingly. I looked up at him a slight scowl on my face. “How much longer? I don’t like being without water.” I whispered back. “Not much longer now. About an hour.” I gave a small grunt to emphasize my discontent. He laughed quietly and then pulled my head onto his shoulder. “Shhh. Just go to sleep. If you do, we’ll be there before you know it.” My face became warm but I obediently shut my eyes and fell asleep to the slight rock of the train and the sound of his normal, human heart beating.
Salt on rice. The people have nothing else to eat. Oh how delicious it is.
tears.
oceans.
death.
salt.
Salt is a very essential seasoning for cooking. Not only does it allow foods to taste better and different, but our body needs it to survive. Salt is also known as sodium. Salt is not just used in cooking but for daily activities. Throwing salt on your napkin where your drink is setting is sure to make it not stick.
you are the salt of the earth, or
people who put too much salt on their tv dinners.
it’s looking weirder and weirder.
Salt n’ peppa. . .”Let’s talk about sex baby. . . let’s talk about you and me. . . ”
Reminds me of living with a housemate and we’d play Salt N Peppa as our getting ready to go out music. . . very loud.
Also had dinner once at a place called “Salt”, and there’s also salt n’ pepper hair.
slat and pepper.
it tickles when he walks in
there is a smile on my face
i see him every day
he ask for his coffee smiles and goes
i see him every day
i can’t help but smile
but then i can’t ask him
“how are you today”
salt and pepper.
i wait for him and then i smile
the salt of the Earth runs deep into the wounds
burning and healing until each fiber of skin and blood is woven back into place
She stared out, her gaze meeting the horizon, an orange and yellow melting pot of a sunset leaving her, taking away the warmth and comfort from under her. Her face, still wet from the ocean water, contorted in pain as streams of tears fell down her face, the salt from them mixing with the salt from the water. She was alone now, in the dark, in the cold. They’d finally taking everything away from her.
salt and light
to be the salt of the earth
I don’t know, anymore, what that means
In my wounds. Every last sting, burn, scald, pinch, pull, bruise and bite reminds me of her. That putrid perfume, that gnarled crooked smile. she was a disease, and I wanted no cure.
There is nothing more brilliant than the way it tastes, a pinch in your mouth or a kick to your senses. It opens doors to the exploration of flavors, and to the savoring of something more than what we expected at first glance.
Sweet, salty, spicy and bitter. Thank God for my taste buds.
Sodium Chloride. Also the name of a movie with Angelina Jolie. Used in many foods as a seasoning. Hurts on wounds. Considered the polar opposite of pepper.
Salt and pepper.
Water and orange juice.
Black and white.
Fingers and toes.
…but salt and pepper are both spices, they actually have something in common…
Well, water and OJ are fluids,
black and white are colours,
and fingers and toes are both parts of the body.
Get over yourself- every antonym has a similarity.
I can feel the breeze in my hair, all scrunched up and curly.
I can see the sun, why, all it does is rising and falling.
I can hear the waves colliding, they grow stronger and suddenly weaker.
I can taste the sun kisses, so sweet and tangy.
I can smell the salty air, oh, it does wonders on me, just like your smell.
I pushed the bean in my mouth, it was a soybean. Sea salted. Taking in the taste, inquiring it. There was not enough salt. I expected much more saltiness than I was given
.
once upon a time there was salt.
salt created it all.
believe me not? look around you and think about it all.
lick your hand, what do you taste?
salt.
salt is everything so instead of worshiping your nonexistent god why don’t you worship something real and worthwhile, like salt?
Salt in the wound. That is what your avoidance is to my heart. Is it not enough that everyone knows? Is it not enough that I must face them all, day after day, after day? But you, also, have turned away from me? In this bleak hour of need, I would have thought my shadow would stand behind me.
He sat picking at his pretzel, taking each grain of salt off. One. By. One. He was trying to be patient, but he couldn’t help but realize that they were ten minutes late, all of them. This pretzel was his way of trying to blend in; he didn’t want to look like a loner. Truth be told, he didn’t look like a loner, but he did feel lonely. What would he do when he ran out of grains of salt?
Rude’s skin tastes like salt. Tifa nips his neck and nuzzles against him. Nothing had ever felt better, not even close. Not anymore.
you can season food with it it makes things taste better. I think of tears gliding down my cheek and falling to the corner of my mouth. People who are salt-y rarely make it far
I peeled off the scab and stepped gently into the ocean… I felt the salt water gently wade over the open wound. It felt nice; the fragility of my being exposed under the thin pressure of a small wave. I let its chill run through my soul, I let it pour in again and again… awaiting the feeling that meant I might be healing again.
I can’t believe you people pick sugar over salt. What kind of world would it be without a perfectly salted tortillanchip? How would the guacamole feel???? Salt is my life. I like to feel salty and never too sweet.
I’m a salt freak and so is he – that is what we have in common licking our lips
and looking for the next potato chip…if it wasn’t for the silver ring I gave him
he would never be cell phone stalking me… if it weren’t for the yummy foot
massages he gives me I wouldn’t text him back – but here we are two salt
freaks with our individual fetishes… not too mention the quiet kissing kind
of melancholy or bittersweet. cause we both kind of get off on bitter too.
bitter coffee, veges and kisses –
The salty tracks of her tears cleared the dust that clung to her face. She wanted to rub them away, but she had no more strength or will power left to do so. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, fall asleep, and never wake up again. Why had things gone so wrong? Why? How?
Lick the salt. The block sits there begging for you to seal the piece of open pain. Lick the salt from this slit open and hurting. It hurts for you. Help.
salt for the earth. burning in your eyes. sweat on your brow. salt on your eggs. preserve, burn, stop
Salt is stupid, stupid, stupid. Honestly, I can’t think of a single thing to write about salt. Actually, I had some very salty french fries at a baseball game. That much sodium in one tiny package should be illegal. I really don’t have any feelings about salt. It’s yummy in small quantities, but bad for you. The end
I jumped in the ocean, the feeling if freedom overwhelmed me so much that I didn’t think about riding with the wave. Instead it crushed over my small body, the strength was amazing, I was unable to swim up o the surface…I was trapped and suddenly tasted the salty water fill my throat, then my lungs, I was drowning. All I could see were the sun beams coming through the water; I reached up trying to break surface, finally I gather enough hope and strength and broke through to the top. I had survived this; I was invincible.
It burned every time he thought about it. Today was the worst, it felt as if she had ripped open his heart and liberally applied all the salt to his wound she could manage. He turned away from her, no one ever said love would be so hard and hurt so much. He was doomed the moment he saw her walk into the room. He wanted to run away as she kissed that prick and smiled in his direction. That bitch.
Nothing is complete without its salt. Food doesn’t taste good without it; people aren’t fully satisfied without the extra something that’s needed. Salt. completes. Salts of the world are what makes the world go around. Salt fulfills what no other things or people can accomplish.
salt. beach water consists this, and if it didn’t the beach would be much more enjoyable. french fries consists this, and if it didn’t the french fries would be less enjoyable. guess salt will have its good times and its bad times. salt.
Salt is an ingredient that hurts you when you’re wounded but add taste to your boring life.