The one time my father was right

During my middle teens, the family sat down to dinner. I reached for the salt before taking my first bite.  My father commented that this made little sense, how could I know that the food needed salting before I even tasted it?  I stopped and thought about it and realized that even though he was my father, he was right: it didn't make sense.

Since then I have rarely salted food.  I have found that salt is one of those things where the more you use, the more you need.  If you use it sparingly then it has more effect when you do use it.  If something tastes dull then a little bit of salt can make the flavors pop.

I believe that this is the only time I listened to my father when I was a teenager.