Posted on 07/02/2024 2:36:53 PM PDT by DallasBiff
There’s no shortage of divisive foods in the world, but for many people, there seems to be a special kind of derision reserved especially for one particular condiment: Mayo. Some people really hate mayonnaise. And it isn’t just always just simple dislike; among the anti-mayo crowd, there’s a contingent who are vehemently opposed to the stuff. Feelings can run so strongly that it might lead you to wonder exactly why so many people hate mayonnaise so much — but perhaps not unexpectedly, there isn’t just one explanation for the strength of feeling so many share about mayo. It might come down to any number of possibilities, according to several experts with whom Bustle recently spoke — but together, these possibilities paint a compelling larger picture about what fuels our likes and dislikes when it comes to our gastronomic experiences.
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It has been so long since I ate Corn on the cob, I can verify that it is not the same veggie that it was in the 1970’s 80’s. It tastes more like canned corn, sweet and gross.
It is not a raw egg, if it has vinegar in the recipe. It is pickled a bit.
My dad HATED mayo. He never explained why. He just hated the stuff.
Japanese mayonnaise = much better!
Mayo’s necessary on certain stuff
* The bowl of morning Cheerios
* On fried eggs
* Hershey bars
* Peanut Butter & Mayo sandwiches
* Thick, juicy New York Steak
* Trail mix
Duke’s = 1st down south
Cains= 1st up north
second place = Hellmann’s
AMEN
I LOVE MAYO TOO!
A “MAYO ONLY” BURGER IS ONE OF THE BEST!
I’ve done that. Sometimes with not-so ‘quality beef franks’,,, And any sort of cheese I have handy.
Unfortunately I love the stuff.
Mayo applies to none of that for me.
I love mayo. Obviously it doesn’t go with everything.
You’re one of those weirdos, huh?
(Just like me) 😀
“anti-mayo crowd” lol
I’m a Miracle Whip fan.
According to wiki, Miracle Whip is a blended mayo. The ingredients are basically the same, with less oil and half the calories. Miracle Whip has cornstarch added which I find makes it a superior binder in potato, macaroni, egg, chicken and tuna salads.
mayo ingredients: (Hellmann’s) Soybean oil, water, whole eggs, distilled vinegar, egg yolks, salt, sugar, lemon juice concentrate, calcium disodium edta (used to protect quality), natural flavors.
miracle whip ingredients: (wiki) water, soybean oil, high-fructose corn syrup, vinegar, modified corn starch, eggs, salt, natural flavor, mustard flour, potassium sorbate, spice, and dried garlic.
You can buy pommes frites sauce on Amazon. Yum!
Or me. I was just kidding.
Sigh...my pathological aversion to onions has been a curse for me my whole life. I haven’t been able to get over it. I eye everything unfamiliar with suspicion...
#4 I like Miracle Whip over or Real Mayo or Heilmans Mayo.
I make Pasta salad with Miracle Whip
Also used in cheese sandwich.
Pasta – elbow macaroni or penna. 14 cup bowl would use 8oz
Roma tomato’s – diced from can or fresh tomato. Scoop out innards
Instead of tomato, I will use about 3 forks worth of Hunts Diced tomato with Basil, Garlic & Oregano with liquid drained
Green onions – to taste
Peas - 3 or 4 fork fulls
Celery - 3 or 4 stalks
Ham – take 4 thick slices and combined then cube
HORMEL CURE 81 Classic Sliced Boneless Quarter Ham, 1.5-3.0 lb
Cheese – American Deluxe - 4 or more slices combined then cubed
Mayo – Kraft Miracle Whip. Just enough to coat the ingredients
Salt and pepper
Chill for an hour then serve.
It was a lifelong battle until my mom gave up. Years later, my oldest brother told me how much he had admired me when I stubbornly refused to eat them, and my mother, in turn, refused to let me leave the table. I was prepared to sit there silently for hours if need be.
When I was perhaps 4 or 5, my mom served real mashed potatoes with raw chopped onions. I couldn’t believe it. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever eaten in my short life. The food made me actually gag. No way I was going to eat that. But I tried and tried. I cried. I hung my head and stared at the steaming pile of mash. I thought I was going to actually die, sitting there at the table, staring at those lumpy potatoes.
It turned into a struggle...a mental wrestling match between me, those animate potatoes, and my mother. I do not know how long in my life we fought , the three of us. My mother was trying to do what was right for me...I am pretty sure she thought that making me able to eat nearly anything I was served would make me grow, or something. So when she served them, I was expected to eat them. They would be added to my involuntary plate, and begin to take shape, peering back at me threateningly like Mount Suribachi.
I would eat everything around the potatoes, carefully leaving any contaminated foods exactly where they lay on the plate. Using a knife, I would surgically free the main body of the hamburger patty from the small edge that had unfortunately become ensnared in the base of the white mound. Any food so soiled was lost forever, completely inedible. Mom would watch me surreptitiously...carrying on normal conversation with everyone else, keeping one eye on my plate, on the potatoes. As long as there was some other tidbit of food on the plate, or a mouthful of some liquid that could be sipped...confrontation was avoided.
But I could only sip at a glass of milk, each sip smaller and smaller than the previous one, until finally it was me in one corner, and the potatoes in the other. I would settle in, hunch my shoulders for conflict, and lower my head. Body language transmitting at high frequency, the signal flags were raised, and the battle was joined. Slowly, everyone else would finish dinner, dessert was served, and plates were removed. The lights would go down, and soon it was just me under the white light which shone brightly down on the potatoes. The sentries were posted on the ramparts, and the long siege began.
There were many times I tried to avoid this standoff. Occasionally, I would attempt to stealthily feed them to the dog under the table. I thought this was a brilliant idea until I tried it. The problem is, dogs just do not enjoy mashed potatoes with raw chopped onion. To avoid a real conflagration, I would have to retrieve the uneaten lump of dog-proof potato on the floor before my mother saw it. I would put it back on the plate, secure in the knowledge that now I really WOULD have to die before I would put those drool covered potatoes into my mouth.
Another time, I attempted to conceal the potatoes in my mouth and transport them into the bathroom during a sanctioned toilet break. There, I could drop them in the toilet, flush, and be free of...a mouthful. What then? Next time, I would fill my mouth until I must have looked like a chipmunk with mumps before I went to the bathroom. The basic, insurmountable flaw of this approach was that the mere act of putting the onion laden mash into my mouth was very nearly just as disgusting as chewing and swallowing. The gag reflex under that much pressure made for a memorable potato pyrotechnical show. That was a dead end.
As I got more experienced, I attempted mind over matter. It was me and the potatoes. As we stared each other down, I would get angry. I began to work myself up. I could do this. I could do anything. This was easy. I found that if I did not chew them and experience a nausea inducing crunch of raw onion between my molars, I could actually attempt to swallow them without chewing. This seemed like a good thing to try until I actually tried it. My mother would stare at me in amazed horror and disgust as I gagged.
At some point in my life, my mom gave up. I truly cannot say if the war lasted one month or six years. I have no idea. In any case, I think it was a very good truce for both of us. It freed her in some way, and I was able to sit at the table and enjoy meals. And I love her dearly for it.
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