Playing a ketchup game............or, not without a condiment.
Ketchup offends me. I don't know why. I don't regard it as declasse nor do I particularly dislike it's flavor. I use it in cooking, stock it as a staple and provide it for guests at home. I just don't want it on my table or near me on the counter when I am dining alone in public.
If I am eating with someone who uses it I don't have a problem with it.......there is ketchup on the table because they want it there and I am fine with that.
When dining alone and the wait-person puts it in front of me without asking I will ask that it be taken away. If it is not removed I will hide it on the chair next to me or put it on the floor......................or slide it far away from me if I am at a counter.
I don't feel or behave that way toward any other condiment.
Thus endeth the entry..........
If I am eating with someone who uses it I don't have a problem with it.......there is ketchup on the table because they want it there and I am fine with that.
When dining alone and the wait-person puts it in front of me without asking I will ask that it be taken away. If it is not removed I will hide it on the chair next to me or put it on the floor......................or slide it far away from me if I am at a counter.
I don't feel or behave that way toward any other condiment.
Thus endeth the entry..........
posted by captn | 10/29/2006 03:28:00 PM
2 Comments:
That's quite strange. See, I want nothing to do with mustard, but that's just because I hate it so much that I'm often heard calling it the seed of the devil. It doesn't offend me so much as make me want to rip my tongue out of my mouth.
Now, see.....I'll agree on the flavor of the yellow stuff (like French's.....but I like Holocher's dipping mustard, or a good horse-radish blend or the honey dijon type or course, vinegary German style stuff).....but it doesn't offend my image of myself.
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