Ketchup is gross. I refuse to feed P ketchup. I hope she dislikes this foul condiment as much as I do.
Ketchup seriously grosses me out. The smell, the way it looks when it's dried out. But I can't eat a burger or fries unless they're doused in it. If I get some on my finger no way in hell am I licking it off, but I dip each bite of hamburger in it. I'm a walking contradiction.
I bet you guys just loved Heinz's adventure with coloured ketchup. I don't mind ketchup but green or purple... hard no.
Post by tuscanlatte on Sept 8, 2016 21:34:46 GMT -5
I always want to say something controversial but then I can only think of lame things like "my opinion is that I don't like chocolate cake". Lol no one caaaaares.
Post by skinandbones on Sept 9, 2016 7:22:04 GMT -5
I was a part of an underground group in college. Part of becoming a member was being doused in mustard (among other things). The smell still turns my stomach 15 years later.
I was a part of an underground group in college. Part of becoming a member was being doused in mustard (among other things). The smell still turns my stomach 15 years later.
Post by skinandbones on Sept 9, 2016 7:38:10 GMT -5
@janetheconquerer, there really isn't much to tell. Our school (small all women's college) and we didn't have sororities. Much of the social life was propelled by these societies with either society sponsored parties or just the people involved in the societies.
Many of the societies had a "friendly" rivalry with a similar but slightly different one.
Each society has it's own set of rules to who they will accept as members. But they are largely pretty suggestive. And typically once you are accepted into 1, you will probably get at least 1 more invitation for another.
I was a part of a drinking secret society, an upper classmen society, and president of a social society. One of the societies I was apart of celebrated their 100th anniversary the year after I graduated.
They seem silly when I talk about them now but they were a pretty piece of the culture at the school even though the school technically didn't approve them. They often just looked the other way though I think they have started to crack down on them
I was a part of an underground group in college. Part of becoming a member was being doused in mustard (among other things). The smell still turns my stomach 15 years later.
My little brother shattered a Sam's Club sized jar of mustard all over our garage floor one hot summer afternoon. Somehow I was the one stuck cleaning it up. I can never forget that smell...
My DD eats ketchup like it's a side item. Scoops up with her fingers or fork. I don't prefer ketchup. Except when pregnant, then I loved it.
I know this is from last week, but my son does the same thing. He doesn't eat French fries, they are merely a vehicle for ketchup. I have no idea how he is my child. The only time I eat ketchup is on my quinoa burgers. Otherwise I don't want it.
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