This story is from a dinner party I hosted before the global health crisis. I invited six folks, and shortly after the invites were sent, I received a call from [Guest]. I wouldn’t call her a friend, but she is married to one of my best friends. As my friend has elected to stay married to her, I have tolerated her, so we are where we are.
Guest: “I’m now on a salt-free diet for medical reasons. At home, I cook without any salt.”
And she gave me a speech about how wonderful salt-free life was.
I was skeptical.
Me: “I would personally find it difficult to give up all salt. Are you sure you’re not just on a low-sodium diet?”
Guest: “Unless my dish is salt-free, I won’t be attending.”
Telling her no was an option; I’m not that person. I was pissed off at [Guest] for years of being difficult at the dinner table and restaurants. Trust me, there was always something wrong with her meal, or its preparation, or the flavor, or the waiter, or…
With a smile so large you could hear it through the phone, I assured her that her request for salt-free food was 100% going to be accommodated.
On the dinner night, I prepped the meal. [Guest] was getting the same thing as everything else, with one critical difference. All of her food was prepped in separate containers, baked on separate racks, and seasoned with exactly the same flavors — sans salt.
At dinner time, my guests arrived. I had all of [Guest]’s food plated on white plates. Everyone else got grey plates.
The first round was appetizers: fried calamari with a lemon jalapeño butter sauce. This dish typically has salt in both the batter and the sauce. As [Guest] couldn’t have that, I battered her calamari in salt-free seasonings and flour. Her condiment looked exactly the same but was made with unsalted butter and no added salt.
I place [Guest]’s plate in front of her first.
Guest: “I asked for salt-free!”
Me: “I assure you, your dish is salt-free. I made sure to cook yours separately from the rest and even used a different colored plate to keep it straight.”
We all sat to talk and enjoy the squid. [Guest] took a bite and made a face.
Guest: “Mine has no flavor!”
All of my other guests told [Guest] it was divine, delicious, the best they’d had, etc. I smiled at [Guest].
Me: “Your dish is flavored exactly like everyone else’s. The only difference is that you’ve received absolutely no salt.”
At that point, [Guest] had a moment of clarity. It was painfully obvious on her face. She realized she couldn’t complain about the lack of salt as she’d already told the table about her salt-free life. She also couldn’t claim it tasted terrible if everyone else was raving about the food. She literally looked like she was about to cry at the table.
As my guests enjoyed their dinner, [Guest] was slowly doing the toddler moves of playing with her food, munching, and pushing her calamari around the plate. After a few moments, she reached for the sauce that I’d made for everyone else.
Me: “[Guest]! Be careful; the salt-free sauce is in the white bowl. That one has salt.”
She mumbled something about wanting to taste the difference before literally dumping the bowl on her calamari.
Guest: “This tastes so much better!”
You and I know that, of course, things taste better with salt.
So, this drama repeated itself over the main course of honey-roasted salmon with pine nuts. I am no heathen and had both salt and pepper on the table for my guests. I’m not going to judge you for needing more flavor. Here we go!
[Guest] took a bite of her fish and once again realized that it had no salt. She reached for the salt shaker, and conversation stopped.
Guest #2: “[Guest], are you okay with adding salt to your food?”
Guest: “I can occasionally have salt.”
She proceeded to shower her fish with salt sprinkles.
I had also baked some cookies for dessert. The dough used a little salt, so I made sure to whip up a separate batch of cookies wrapped to-go for her. Salt-free, of course! When I handed her those cookies, the look of defeat that hit her face warmed my heart.
Dinner was over, and everyone was happy except for [Guest].
I called her the next week to make sure she was okay as she’d consumed sodium at my party.
Guest: “My doctor has removed my sodium restrictions. I won’t need that accommodation at future meals.”
On the phone, I congratulated her for her good health. When I hung up, I laughed until my sides hurt. Salt-free life apparently doesn’t taste good when the salt is actually omitted!
To anyone on a low- or no-sodium diet for their health, I commend you. I truly empathize with those living with medically restrictive diets. Life is hard enough without that being added into the mix. [Guest], however, wasn’t actually on this diet. This was evidenced by her shock at how salt-free food tasted. I confirmed with her husband that she’d never stopped using salt at home. Her salt-free claims were a ploy for attention that back-fired tastelessly.