Malta is known for its salt flats. It was like riding through a SciFi movie set. The wind was up and it keened and moaned as we navigated along the narrow strips of earth separating the pans.
When we stopped, I scraped up a bit of salt, halved a tomato I was carrying, and sprinkled the salt on it. I’m not a salt connoisseur by any means, but I swear there was a flavor kick you don’t get with Morton’s.