I have never been a fan of condiments.
I was always the one who ordered my cheeseburgers plain, and since McDonald’s didn’t have the “Have it your way!” motto, we always had to pull the car to the side and wait. Special orders throw them off, and still does now, much to my adult amusement.
“I will take a Big Mac, hold the pickles and lettuce, and please brush off those annoying little sesame seeds that get stuck in my teeth.”
No, I don’t really do that. Can you imagine?
It’s common knowledge that most children love ketchup. Having been a day care cook twice, plus having a daughter who consumes it like it’s a food group, I have seen first hand how truly abnormal I am.
I just don’t care for it. The odor, the consistency, the taste, all unappealing to me. The smell actually has made me gag many times, and I can’t pinpoint the exact reason.
It’s just icky.
Then we have mustard, especially yellow. I cringe when I see someone drench their pretzels or hot dogs in French’s. The least you could do is step it up a notch, if you must, and use some Stadium Mustard.
Why ruin a perfectly good beefy wiener with that bright yellow mustard glop?
(I apologize if your a fan, but don’t you agree it is abnormally yellow for a food?)
I don’t tell fast food places to hold the condiments anymore, mostly because I fear retaliation from the staff for being a pain in the ass. I have just learned to deal with it most of my adult life, and now even with all that junk on it, I still enjoy a good cheeseburger from McDonald’s every once in a while. It’s comfort food to me.
I still take the pickle off, though.
What’s your least favorite condiment?