We twisted it. We shook it. We pointed it at each other. There was clearly salt in it. But how did one cause it to come out? We wanted to salt our shredded duck gnocchi at 1808 Grille but we couldn't figure our how. We felt like the Clampitts.
As Groucho Marx said, "It's so easy a 10-year-old could do it? Good. Get me a 10-year-old." My own 11-year-old picked it up and used her thumb to press the button, like a fighter pilot. Hey presto! Salt!