I’d like to introduce all of you to my roommate “Cheyenne”. Her name has quotes around it because the name I’m using is fake to protect her identity. Her real name is Charlotte.
















My roommate and I have so much in common that it’s almost eerie. We both have kitties named Frank. We both like to buy organic foods. We both put a potentially unsafe amount of faith in online roommate matching programs. Heck, we even have the same last name. Our neighbors think we’re married!
















Like most married people, we also have some major disagreements. Our primary disagreement is over what sort of salt we should have in our apartment. When it comes to salt, I’m more of a “quantity” type of guy but my roommate is more a “quality” type of girl. I’ve included a picture of our salt collection so you can see what I mean.















I prefer my salt to be iodized in order to avoid catching Iodine Deficiency Disorder. My roommate prefers gourmet organic salts from remote Mediterranean islands due to their appealing colors and to avoid the harsh “bite” that comes with using iodized table salt.
I think it’s ecologically and economically irresponsible to spend time, money and fossil fuels to ship salt halfway around the world when we live within a few miles (a few more kilometers) of one of Morton’s salt refineries ...



















My roommate likes the fact that she found salt to match the pink kitchen utensils she picked out and that having a well coordinated kitchen gives you a peace of mind that money can't buy... unless you've got $3o per pound to spend on salt.