A bedtime story:
Once upon a time there was a princess who told her father, the King, that she loved him as much as salt loves meat.
He took umbrage, having a massive King-like ego, and decided that, if she was going to be like that, he didn't want to know. So he had a mega-sulk and wouldn't see her (the overgrown man-child!).
The princess was a bit upset, but was fairly used to his strops, so thought she'd better give him some time to himself.
The King was surprised that she didn't come fawning round him, asking him what was wrong - not that he'd tell her straight away - and sulked a bit more.
After a while, the princess rolled her eyes, heaved a big sigh and went to talk to the cook.
"He's having another crisis," she said "so better go easy on the salt. Plays havoc with his blood-pressure, don't you know?"
So, that night, the King had to eat his roast exotic animal with no salt. It tasted revolting and the King had a major tantrum about not eating this swill.
The princess decided enough was enough. "Now do you get it?!" she snarled.
The King decided that he did indeed get it (his decision having nothing whatsoever to do with the proximity of the princess's steak knife to his nether regions). He immediately stopped sulking, meekly added table-salt to his dinner, and everyone lived happily ever after.
Or something like that 