I love Salt.  Put it on everything.  I keep a standard 26-oz. salt container in the truck to sprinkle on everything healthy.  I can catch a manufacturer's sodium reduction just as quickly as my mouth rejects the taste of aspertine or 'sugar free' product ingredients (including whatever crap Splenda is really made from), or just as vividly as it picks up the bitter aftertaste of non-conventional, synthetic Olean motor oil that McDonald's uses to deep-fry its mostly delicious hash browns.  Back on the salt soap box, V8 advertises "original" on their bottle, to distinguish between "spicy hot" or "reduced sodium" varieties.  Original my ass.  I used to like V8.  Then one day, the company reduced its sodium content.  This happened roughly fifteen years ago.  Today, I still drink it but I have to salt it.  Salt enhances flavor (duh), but I think people today are too scared to live a flavorful life.  The same applies to butter, heavy cream, sugar, and other ingredients that make award-winning dishes of international appeal to taste so delectable.  So live longer, fruitcakes.  No, trike that.  EXIST longer.  I chose to LIVE.  Pour some salt on me, Baby!!!