I hate ketchup.Disgusted, sickened. Yes these two words accurately describe how I feel about the red stuff.
Strong feelings, I know.
Yet, it is 100% true.
Let me give you some examples of how much I hate ketchup.
I always maneuver the food in the refrigerator so that the foods that I eat regularly are not touching the ketchup bottle. Don’t poison my beloved peanut butter.
I can’t eat near people who have ketchup on their food. The smell annoys and distracts me from my meal.
I mutter when it appears on the shopping list. Why waste my hard earned money on such a nasty product?
By the way, don’t try and analyze this hatred.
Yes, I like tomatoes. Yes, I like pasta sauce. Yes, I know this makes no sense.
What has caused this intense and weird (yes, I can readily admit it’s weird) hatred of ketchup?