I hate condiments. I always have. Ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauce, soy sauce, even salad dressing. Basically, if it comes in a bottle and sits on the fridge door shelf, I hate it.
However, if it comes in a jar, it could be a different story (I know, I’m complicated). Mayonnaise has always been an in-between. I think it’s a condiment. Or maybe it’s a spread. Whichever, I’ve always lumped it as a hate since it’s next to ketchup and mustard.
But not too long ago, work (I love how it’s a place and a verb) catered in lunch and I was forced into eating a sandwich that already had mayonnaise on it. And I didn’t hate it. Actually, it really added a little something to the sandwich.
So today, I went to Jimmy John’s and, for the first time ever, I ordered a sandwich without adding, “no mayonnaise.” I felt so low-maintenance, ordering straight off the menu, not requiring any special stipulations.
And again, I didn’t hate it. I could even go as far as saying I liked it.
This makes me question what else in life I’ve been missing out on that I’ve already dismissed away.
But I still hate people who say, “you haven’t even tried it yet!”