It seems that I know a lot of people with K names. All of those people wanted me to write a post about them. Some of them flip-flopped, some of them remained firm, but all of them scare me. If I followed through with any of them, I feared I would be stabbed.
I had a lot of things to say, but instead, we get this.
So let me tell you about how much I love ketchup.
When I was a child, my step father would put ketchup on the sandwiches he would make me. I grew up thinking that was normal. I thought a lot of things were normal back then...
I've since learned right from wrong in reference to how ketchup is traditionally used. The main benefit of that knowledge is that I now understand when I am turning the tangy delight into a wretched abomination of tomato slather.
I'm not so obsessed as to put it on everything. For instance, it has no place in desserts. I admit that, now. However, I do think that it has far greater uses than many give it credit for.
1 comment:
Hello Adam,
What a great post! I have a lot of friends with K names, and they are most likely mad at me not doing a post on them either. And I adore ketchup ... I think this is my new favorite blog! I will definitely be back to see what you dream up for the other letters, and to read more of your lovely writing.
I am doing the A to Z Challenge as well. Take a peek at my blog too if you get a chance! I write humor, and everyone says I am the funniest person on the planet (well, maybe it is just the voices in my head saying that—that’s the doctor’s latest explanation, he’s working on adjusting my meds right now—but I will take what I can get).
Best,
MOV
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