Salty, sweet

Magic Molly writes about food in metaphors that I can only dream of and fitfully attempt to imitate.

Oddly, our culinary adventures seem to coincide. For example, I drank my first salted caramel hot chocolate from Starbucks over the week between Christmas and New Year’s. (As an aside, I never go to Starbucks. This was maybe my third or fourth time, but She Eats had been raving about the drink and my curiosity got the best of me. The salty/sweet combo was good (it always is) but the beverage as a whole was way too sweet.)

I read her description of the miracle berry just a week before going to a flavor tripping party.

The salty/sweet/Panda discussion comes a few days after I finished a small bottle of salmiakki koskenkorva delivered early last year by a friend who lived in Finland while we lived in Korea. The friend described it as “salty licorice” flavored, which was right. I don’t like black licorice, and the salmari took some getting used to, but now that the bottle is gone I find myself craving the flavor of it.