I love condiments. When we go grocery shopping, my wife complains because I spend too much time in the condiment section. I have to make sure that I didn’t miss some new condiment that just hit the shelves. I always have to check out the hot sauces, the salad dressings, the picante and salsa, the olives, everything in that wonderful long isle.
If you love condiments as much as I do, you will understand when I tell you how I decide what I want to eat for a meal. I think of the condiments I want and then I try to think of what food will go with the condiments I want. (grin)
Now a-days, my higher than normal blood pressure limits my condiment intake and variety. You know, limit the sodium intake. Just one other downer for some of us over 50. OK, that ain’t a lie, I am over 50. Yep over 50, over 55, over 60 over 65. . . you get the picture and it ain’t as pretty as it once was.
Well, I got to cut this short for today. It is garbage day and I got to get those cans way down by the road. Also, have to take three of our dogs to the groomer. Then, maybe we can go to town and I can walk real slowly down that condiment isle.