With their track record, you can probably count on being President-for-Life. 
On Iron Chef America, one of the challengers used something called Hawaiian red salt on the rim of his cup of cocao (it was battle chocolate/coconut).
I recall once hearing about the career path of wine (or maybe it was brandy) tasters. After 5 years of apprenticeship, you are allowed to ask questions. After another 5 years, you are allowed to to state an opinion. 5 years later you should know your stuff.
15 years to master salt sounds about right.
Archimandrite of Mac n` Cheese with little hot dog chunks.
Prime Minister of Prime Rib.
Friar Fish checking in…
Shouldn’t that be Fish Friar? Your name isn’t Chip, is it?
I’m the Acolyte of the Snickerdoodle.
Witchfinder General here, Devilled Eggs division.
Da Maharaja of Masalas
My Friends call me Chip…
Perhaps ‘Friar of Fish’ would’ve been better.
I am the Tyrant of Tunamelt *and *the Bishop of Butties!
Countess of Carrot Cake checking in.
Of course, I had to marry the Count of Cream Cheese to inherit the frosting.
King of pain, but then I like French food.
I’m the Lord of Lasagna.
You’re hot!
Especially when he’s ordered by Patrick Stewart.
Oh, and you may all bow down before the Dauphin of Dumplings (formerly of Posture, but I folded).
Mistress of Milkshakes. Damn, I haven’t made one in a while, though.
I just got back from lunch at Nawab India, so today I am the Guru of Garam Masala.
I am the Fakir of Frozen Pizza. My husband is the Exchequer of Extra Cheese, so we get along famously.