I’m trying to get rid of my “crazies.” Trust me, there are plenty of them.
I have HATED ketchup for as long as I can remember. I literally can’t touch a bottle. I use napkin holders to create a barrier between me and ketchup on other people’s plates. Looking at it gives me the chills and makes me feel sick.
On Saturday night, I told some of the rowers that I was getting rid of the crazies and that I wasn’t crazy anymore. (Side note: they call me Crazy Carl.) One of them demanded that I prove it by eating ketchup.
They squirted a little onto a fork… I had a little meltdown when one of them thought it would be funny to put it on my hand. But, I successfully tasted it.
California Funk didn’t see it and he couldn’t believe he missed it so he made me do it again for him. It tasted a lot stronger than I remembered. Just like the smell but 10 times stronger.
Fordham Prepster came up with the idea that I should try to eat it every chance I get. So I had a french fry with a dot of ketchup.
Baby steps people… Baby steps.