I had this conversation with myself the other day.
Me: “Mmm….I am going to have some ketchup on my burger. Let me grab some from the fridge.”
Myself: “You know, you don’t need to keep ketchup in the fridge.”
Me: “What do you mean? We’ve kept ketchup in the fridge our whole life!”
Myself: “Think about it: where do they keep ketchup at the grocery store? Not in the frozen food aisle. Why do they leave it on the tables at Red Robin if it needs to stay cold?”
Me: “You have a point, Myself. But I like it cold. It tastes fresher.”
Myself: “Fresher? Ah yes, we like to to have only the freshest ketchup — straight from the farm, as they say. Remember when Ma and Pa used to get up in the wee hours of the morn to harvest the winter ketchup?”
And then I stood in my kitchen and laughed till I could laugh no more.