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Tuesday, December 30, 2025

A Dash of Salt

My father was a beer drinker. Okay, that might qualify as a gross understatement. For now, let’s just say he was above average in his beer-drinking frequency.

Anyhoo, he liked to drink his beer from a glass and sometimes, after filling his glass, he would add a dash of salt.

Let’s talk about that.

According to AI, some people add a pinch of salt to beer to soften bitterness and draw other flavors forward. In some cultures, especially in parts of Mexico, salting beer is a familiar ritual rather than a correction. Used sparingly, salt isn’t meant to make beer taste salty. It quiets one sharp note so the rest can settle into balance.

But my father was a practical man from East Helena, Montana. I suspect he salted his beer for a simpler reason: it knocked down the foam, which it does, quickly.

For reasons I can’t fully explain, some of my fondest childhood memories live right there. He would let me add the salt. I loved watching the grains hit the head of foam, taming it, then sinking through the amber beer and leaving behind thin, trailing strings of bubbles.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing profound. Just a dash of salt.

It’s the little things.

—Mitchell Hegman

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