Anyone who knows me is well aware of my abhorrence of ketchup - I can't stand the stuff. Don't want it near anything that I plan to eat, won't touch any food that has touched it, squeal like a five year old brat if anyone were to brandish a french fry dipped in ketchup at me. I know it sounds very childish, which it is, leftover from some traumatic childhood incidence that clearly is too painful for me to remember. So no ketchup for me, ever.
Except when I want to make homemade BBQ sauce or Shrimp Cocktail Sauce or Chipotles in Adobo or some other delectable item that includes ketchup in its ingredient list. Then I have to purchase the evil stuff and trick my inner child into ignoring its presence until it is properly disguised in the food of desire.
Except when I want to make homemade BBQ sauce or Shrimp Cocktail Sauce or Chipotles in Adobo or some other delectable item that includes ketchup in its ingredient list. Then I have to purchase the evil stuff and trick my inner child into ignoring its presence until it is properly disguised in the food of desire.