Taste

When I was a little girl I had the craziest diet. Thankfully, I’ve changed my ways…on some things.

In first grade, the only sandwich I would ever allow to grace my palette was an American cheese sandwich with miracle whip on white bread. Ew. But my first grader mind thought it was pure bliss. I also loved to eat the shredded Colby-Jack cheese straight out of a cup. That was my go-to movie snack. But oh my goodness, how I loved pickles. I blame the Andy Griffith Show, since I watched an episode where they made and ate so many pickles. Still, to this day, anytime I watch that episode, I crave pickles. Onions, mustard, and the purple and green ketchup were also quite popular with my childish taste-buds. I never understood why I was the only one that ate the purple and green ketchup. I thought it was so magical…as magical as throw-up….

Today, I still love pickles, mustard and onions. However, my relationship with the purple and green ketchup, white bread, and American cheese was severed long ago. That ship has most definitely sailed. Sailed to the edge of the world only to fall off and never return.

But really, in all seriousness: who came up with purple and green mustard. I mean, really?