Salty Saturday

When we were growing up, weekends were fun days, except for one specific ritual on Saturday mornings that we had to follow.  My Dad had read a book on herbal medicine that advocated the use of salt, at least once every week, instead of toothpaste, to brush your teeth.

We woke up on Saturdays to small cups filled with salt, for each of us. My father stood and watched, as we brushed with eyes squirming. We would all go from sleepy to fully alert in a matter of seconds, as the salt overrode all our other senses.

Ugh! We grimaced at each other, but our Dad stood quite unmoved.

Needless to say, that was the first ritual I knocked off my list, when I left home for University.

A few years ago, when I was quaking in a dentist’s chair, she commended me on well-preserved teeth. Jokingly, I told her that it was because of the once-a-week-salt toothpaste I used as a child.

She looked disbelievingly and laughed. I laughed with her too.

Recently, when I was stocking up routine stuff for the house at the supermarket, I walked down the aisle that had oral hygiene products and guess what? There was Colgate Active Salt toothpaste.

Hmmmmm…..maybe I should get my kids started on the Salty Saturday routine.

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8 Responses to Salty Saturday

  1. Food for thought ( salt for teeth). Very well written .

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  2. nimi naren says:

    Thank you Usha…lovely comment


  3. dezignsrain says:

    Loved the title….and narration.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. jai says:

    Yet another good post!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Poor Kids…. 🙂

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