I, as a child, hated mayonnaise. If I so much as sensed it had been near something I was going to ingest, I began to howl in indignance and would have not a bite of whatever was to be served to me. Scraping the offending condiment off was not nearly enough. It had to remade, NOW.
So imagine my surprise when, as I got older, I began to tolerate it in miniscule amounts here and there. It still makes me squeamish, especially if I can smell it in its pure form-ack-but I am often surprised that I don't mind it as a more subtle ingredient in things. I grudgingly admit, I like it. I'm never going to be one of those fuck jobs that makes a mayonnaise and cheese sandwich and licks the extra mayo off the knife (again making myself sick right now) but, when it's camoflauged nicely I give it a respectful head nod.
Which is why last night at the 24 hour diner when Giulia and I sat down to a 12 am feast, I was as surpised by my request for a side of mayo as you, dear reader. Double that when I picked up a knife and started smearing it in a tick opaque sheet over one side of the perfect triangle of roasted chicken club and jamming it in my gaping maw.
Will wonders never cease? As long as it pertains to me eating too much when under the influence of narcotics of various kinds, the answer is clearly no.
10 comments:
Don't tell Ang, She fucking HATES mayo. I'm pretty sure she stopped dating a guy who used to insist eating it, as I once dumped a boy who insisited on wearing black jeans.
wait a minute, i just laughed and realized how f'd up i was on the way back from key west.. i made brandy walk through the polo loco drive through in front of a line of cars change dour minds went into burger king and said give me a whopper and i said at thie point who even cares if there is mayo... clearly people I was a broken woman
Brandy was like amkingout with a Helmans jar.
I posted the misspelled "Brandy making out with mayo" comment NOT Baandy but I am on her computer and didn't realize she was signed in. It's almost 2 am and I am watching Oprah alone in Brandy apt.
Loser Giulia. Awesome
where was Brandy when this was happening?
It's good with barbeque sauce. When I go to Subway, i get the roast chicken with mayo and bbq. blends together nicely.
Ang! I think that's the beginning of the mayo acceptance phase. Also, that's when we got that Furby.
Fucking nasty.
what the f is the point of a platic furby f'n figurefuckin-ine... wasn;t the furby cool b/c it did stuff so this is really just an owl figurine... bite it
LOL! Like you, growing up, I was never a big fan of mayo. The only place I tolerated it was in egg salad sandwiches (mayo is not really an option in those) and in sandwich club. But two summers, I started to go crazy on french fries dipped in mayo. Especially if it's a garlic and mayo sauce.
Oh well! We spend our lives evolving, don't we? LOL!
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