Ketchup! Ketchup!
Ever since I was a little boy I have loved ketchup. My mother used to always say, "Would you like some fries with your ketchup?" When ever I'd visit my Aunt Judy & uncle John I would learn to bring my own catch up and before that go crazy wondering how any house hold could not have this essential ingredient in their Frigidaire.
I just bought a bottle yesterday and as I chomp down on my Cookies and Cream breakfast I look at the bottle on the table and its about empty! How could I have devoured a whole bottle in less than 48 hours. I can't be the only one who thinks ketchup is a must on burgers, dogs, fries, eggs, poor peoples spaghetti, poor peoples cheesy grits, and baked potatoes.
Is this a man thing?
Is this cultural?
Is this Ronald Regan's fault for making ketchup a vegetable and a necessity for school lunches in the 80's?
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