Posted on 08/15/2018 7:02:09 PM PDT by EdnaMode
The inexorable rise of identity condiments has led to hard times for the most American of foodstuffs. And that’s a shame.
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Along about a decade ago, though, I began to notice I was toting home as much of my offerings as I’d concocted. My contributions were being overlooked — or shunned. Why should this be? Mom’s extraordinary potato salad — fragrant with dill, spiced by celery seed — went untouched on the picnic table. So did her macaroni salad, and her chicken salad, and her deviled eggs. … When I carted home a good three pounds of painstakingly prepared Waldorf salad — all that peeling and coring and slicing! — I was forced to face facts: The family’s tastes had changed. Or, rather, our family had changed. Oldsters were dying off, and the young ’uns taking our places in the paper-plate line were different somehow.
I racked my brain for the source of this generational disconnect. And then, one holiday weekend, while surveying the condiments set out at a family burger bash, I found it. On offer were four different kinds of mustard, three ketchups (one made from, I kid you not, bananas), seven sorts of salsa, kimchi, wasabi, relishes of every ilk and hue …
What was missing, though, was the common foundation of all Mom’s picnic foods: mayonnaise. While I wasn’t watching, mayo’s day had come and gone. It’s too basic for contemporary tastes — pale and insipid and not nearly exotic enough for our era of globalization. Good ol’ mayo has become the Taylor Swift of condiments.
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I don’t know about mayo sandwiches..BUT..that pic is my response to a thread on MAYONNAISE that goes to 100 posts..and, no doubt, counting!
Far as I can tell, you can grab a beer or a glass of wine there.
So...
You Do Eat It!
Say it isn’t so! I love mayo on sandwiches.
Millennials don’t make potato salad, they buy it.
Which does DWS use on her hair? Use the other kind.
Dukes.
The best thing in New England is Cain’s Mayonaisse. Better than Hellman’s.
Heh. I envy you and others who can eat onions.
It is a food I cannot eat. They make me literally gag and vomit. I am sensitized to them to the minutest amounts. My friends suspect I can detect parts per billion, and I don’t doubt them.
I have a great greek kebab place near me, and boy, do they make a grand lamb kebab. Pieces of peppers and onions on the metal skewer. I get mine without onions.
But those onions look...well...delicious.
They have the black, caramelized edges, and the people I was with eating there one night were talking about how good they were, and how I should just try one.
Just try one.
So in a moment of weakness, I tried one. I had to drop it immediately out of my mouth.
It is a terrible curse to hate such a common, and nearly universally loved food with an intensity and sensitivity that dominates my culinary life.
“three ketchups (one made from, I kid you not, bananas)”
Jufran!
Love mayo...humus sucks.
The French would eat turds on their fries if you told them that they were mushrooms.
I doubt anything is better than Hellman’s on the face of the earth. Ok, I’m a prejudiced person.
Well, millenials may have killed mayonnaise but the Hispanics have raised it to the status of a national holiday.
How else do you explain people celebrating the sinking of a ship full of mayonnaise, aka “Sinko de Mayo”?
Vincent: Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
Jules: What? Vincent: It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that they got here, but it's just – it's just there it's a little different.
Jules: Example?
Vincent: All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the **** a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: What do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."[2]
Jules: "Royale with Cheese."
Vincent: That's right.
Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac".
Jules: "Le Big Mac." [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. But, you know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.
Jules: God damn!
Vincent: I seen them do it, man, they ****ing drown them in that shit.
Jules: That's some ****ed up shit.
Now Dukes I have not heard of or tried.
Would be interested to.
I doubt anything is better than Hellman’s on the face of the earth. Ok, I’m a prejudiced person.
I spent most of my life believing it was essentially the same as Miracle Whip.
apple of the soil
True, but the French don’t have a word for “earning” either.
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