Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Ketchup

It is not a secret that I love ketchup. I do, except for when its a really dark color, or in combination with macaroni and cheese.

But, today, I think I hit my ketchup limit. Reuben dipped his banana slice into his ketchup, and ate it, and did it over and over again.

For the rest of the day every whiff of ketchup has made me gag a little.

5 comments:

Mindy said...

Laughing here.

Margo said...

i always associated ketchup on everything with the depression era because i remember my grandpa doing that. hmmm.

Jessica said...

My sister used to do weird things like that with her food. Don't think she ever tried bananas in ketchup though.

I still remember you talking in your sleep one night and saying "Mmmmmm, fry sauce!"

emilysuze said...

Even pregnant that doesn't sound like a good combo (this coming from the girl that craves pickles, ham, and cream cheese all rolled up together).

Sam said...

Brecken,
That's how I feel every time I smell ketchup. I haven't deliberately eaten it since I was about 10 (although it's in the dinner Jamie and I made tonight). I've even tried the homemade ketchup at Home restaurant in the Village, and wasn't impressed enough to dip my fries a second time. But what can you do? I'm sorry Reuben pushed it too far.