Why Some People Soak Pineapple in Salt Water Before Eating It — The Old-Fashioned Kitchen Trick Explained

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The Bottom Line

So, what does soaking pineapple in salt water actually do?

The short answer is:

It can make fresh pineapple more pleasant to eat for some people, particularly by reducing the intensity of the irritating or tingling sensation associated with eating fresh pineapple. It may also subtly enhance the fruit's sweetness and balance its acidity.

But it's not a miracle treatment.

It doesn't make pineapple dramatically healthier.

It doesn't remove every enzyme.uommmar

And it isn't required before eating fresh pineapple.

If you enjoy pineapple straight from the cutting board, keep doing exactly that.

If fresh pineapple sometimes leaves your tongue tingling or sore, however, a brief soak in lightly salted water is an easy old-fashioned trick worth trying.

And perhaps the best part of the story is that sometimes the simplest advice passed down through a family has a surprisingly good explanation behind it.

My husband's grandmother may have laughed when she called it a “basic trick.”

But after learning what was actually happening, I had to admit something:

Maybe the old kitchen tricks deserve a little more respect.

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