Maybe it’s because I live close to the ocean. My partner has a sailboat, and on windy days, the feel of a light salt spray hitting my face (and I do mean a light one: I am a fair weather boater) makes me lick my lips and crave salty foods.
Spring is in the air and it is almost time to put the boat back in the water, so it is, perhaps, no wonder I am thinking of fleur de sel.
This wonderfully tasty and expensive salt is, according to David Lebovitz, “a hand-harvested sea salt collected by workers who scrape only the top layer of salt before it sinks to the bottom of large salt pans”.
