The Ink-Pot and the Palette

In my quest for greater food reality, I've become as much of a snob about salt as I am about wine and chocolate. So even if the only thing they're puffing up those S.E. Rykoff chicken breasts with is salt water, I'm sure it's terrible nasty salt. But even bad salt doesn't play havoc with my sinuses like this: that's MSG in some form or other.

As to cigars, that was a lame reference to Freud and the uselessness of Freudian-style analysis when it comes to resolving disordered eating. I've never actually smoked one. My only link to Rich's is that I used to go there all the time to buy empty cigar boxes. Which got filled with "treasures" that have recently needed getting rid of.

But I love the smell. :)