"Father, I love you like meat loves salt!" The first time I read that, I really thought the girl was crazy. No wonder she had to face the wrath of her father. (King Lear and his youngest daughter Cordelia from Shakespeare). Now that I've started cooking (and making guinea pigs out of my unsuspecting hubby and kids) I perceive the true power of salt. The all so important, common Salt or NaCl in the chemist's language is truly a power to reckon with. (I wonder who coined the term, it should have been Emperor Salt or Royal Salt). My Chicken Biriyani is a pinch short of salt and all for want of a pinch of salt, my whole days effort goes down the drain. Oh and don't ask what happens, if it was the other way round, then its just plain ruined. No chance of even salvaging the dish. Salt the almighty ingredient. But, come to think of it, no one exclaims, "The salt is just perfect!" Its always the chicken or the bhindi or something that ta