If you were in my house, if it ain't Heinz Ketchup, it ain't allowed in the house.
Mustard of all types can be of any brand, but ketchup has gotta be Heinz.
BTW, when I got out of the Army I had a part time bartender job at Rolling Rock Country Club where young John Heinz the future Senator, was the Club tennis champ.
What those women did to get next to him; young, handsome, rich, athletic and definitely on their AAA list.
He treated the peons very well, which is why I voted for him when he ran for office.