Comments on: salt

By: lauren

lauren — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 18:01:50 +0000

when i eat french fries i use salt

By: K. Patterson

K. Patterson — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:59:40 +0000

I hate salt. I had fries yesterday and they had too much salt on them. I mean a little salt is OK, but too much is just unnecessary and bad for your health. I recently began cooking with kosher salt and I think it makes the sweet foods taste better. My mother never cooked with salt at all. She would remove it from recipes.

By: Asi

Asi — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:58:19 +0000

“Take it with a grain of salt” My mother’s voice echoed in my head as I soon realized that she wouldn’t be coming back. That fire had burned all of our memories, our mother into charred rubble. I wouldn’t have much to remember what a great mother she is. Or used to be.

By: kacey flipper

kacey flipper — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:53:25 +0000

the salt choked me it burned my eyes the world was fuzzy. The waves billowed and crashed around me. I was like a rag doll being thrown and swished around. My head pounded and my breaths grew ragged. panic and confusion were everywhere the only thing i could see was blue and white. water pounded against my head and my limbs were useless i thrashed them but to no avail. The power of the ocean consumed me and as i tried to gulp for a few last breaths of air i went under….

By: Aslee B.

Aslee B. — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:31:13 +0000

He tasted like salt, Nate thought blearily, running his tounge over chapped lips. Overwhelmingly, completely of salt. He wasn’t sure if it was the tears or the left-over taste of a kiss, but either way, his world was falling apart.

By: Harlow

Harlow — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:30:59 +0000

Salt.
And Pepper.
Which reminds me of blues clues and how salt and pepper made pepperica.
I was always so confused by that.
Too much salt on french fries and popcorn.
Salt like sodium

By: siobhan347

siobhan347 — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:29:54 +0000

I dive into the saltwater to heal the wounds in my soul. The self-healing of salt tears. The cleansing of sorrow. Throw salt over my shoulder to ward off more hurts. Taste and soak and sting.

By: Cola

Cola — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:19:32 +0000

You remember me but not in tears, salt encrusted lids reddened from the length of night. Remember me in smiles. Remember the good.

By: Caroline

Caroline — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:18:34 +0000

Salt imeditally clung to their nostrals. It was one thing she would say for sure she missed in Colorado, there weren’t any coast lines in the moutains. Yet again, maybe that’s why she liked it. It wasn’t home.

-Caroline CN

By: MLove

MLove — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 17:17:36 +0000

The salty waves of the ocean collapsed on top of me. Dragged me further into its depths. Cried for help, no one helped. Salty water in my lungs. It