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As a mayo lover, I will reach across the aisle and shake the hand of the boyfriend who wrote this hilarious, hilarious screed against "ghost snot."

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LOL. Careful not to inflate his ego too much. He's honored to have made such an accomplished author laugh, Sherman! And I quote "I might have to wear sunglasses the next time we go to Golden Corral."

(I love mayo, too!!)

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Golden Corral! Hahahahahahhaha!

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Ha! Golden Corral was my first job. ☺️

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I was a pizza man for CJ's Pizza, a local joint in Spokane. I made sandwiches in a Hoagies Corner in Seattle. I made donuts at 4 a.m. at Strick's Donuts in Spokane...for one week.

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I could handle 4am now as an adult. Not when I was 16!

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I'm competent from about 11 am to 4 pm in my current adult life.

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I would like to read an essay about this. ☺️

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OMG too funny! I will say, we went there with family for Thanksgiving a couple years ago and I was pleasantly surprised at how good the meal was.

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The idea of thanksgiving at Golden Corral fills me with 50% joy and 50% desperation. 😂

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That's about right. 😂

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His favorite. 😅 (Lord help me.)

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Oh, I am a mainstream restaurant eater. Give me the onion bloom over the truffle.

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I'll let you two hang out at Applebee's while I find myself a French café. :)

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Hahahahahahaha!

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Amen. Mayonnaise is the condiment of the devil. I couldn't agree with you more, Michael!

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You guys are too funny! I must confess I actually love mayo. In France, I picked up the habit of mayonnaise with French fries. Micheal literally stacks a menu divider between us when I order that so he doesn't have to look, ha.

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I would stack the menu too.

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Ghost snot: excellent. There's a shop in London that sells jars of human snot. Don't believe me? Check this out: https://flic.kr/p/nt4obW Or perhaps M would prefer their Blood and Guts Chutney? Brilliant post.

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OMG!!! Who would buy human snot?!?! Semi related, M showed me a TIkTok video of a farmer clearing a cow's nose of snot the other day and it might be the only internet video I've seen that made me physically ill. Snot. Ugh.

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O silly one! It's actually lemon curd. 😂

Me to cousin: I've bought you a jar of snot.

Cousin: Ooh, it's my favourite!

Cow snot: yeucchhh

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Ghost snot. Lol. My brother couldn’t handle mustard. Not the taste, not the smell. Inevitably, with every new friend group, word would whisper out, sometimes sad to admit, by me the older, kind, and loving brother and someone would ring a beer bottle rim with a slather of the stuff and hand it to him, saying, got it for you, ice cold like you love it. And then laugh as he puked everywhere.

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Omg your poor brother!!! I can empathize a bit more with that one. I love me so some mayo, but I've never taken to mustard. Pranks like that are fun, though. My French brother (host family) has a deep fear of those little stickers that go on fruit. I used to cover his room with them when he was out and he would come home and have a mini heart attack jumping around and trying to peel them all off his furniture. Got such a kick out of that.

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“Creole mustard is the new Mayo! So let’s be stylish. - Dressed, with no Mayo please!” That old gunk is too fattening and slimy to even slather within a fried oyster po-boy! No remoulade, no hollandaise could remotely pull an equal gag reflex with a mere thought. I’ve always looked at it questionably wondering if it were a similar substance to what is left behind when a slug crosses a salt barrier near a doorway. Ghost snot, agreed! Plllckkhhhh!

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Creole mustard!! What even is that, exactly?? You are my favorite Louisiana gal. Slug crossing a slat barrier near a doorway. LOL. Metaphors abound. Micheal is very happy you agree with him.

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Creole mustard is spicy like no other with a kick in flavor. It’s filled with brown mustard seeds and a bit of horseradish, different from both dijon and German mustards. Some homemade versions include fresh minced peppers. I’ve never seen it in a grocery out here, kind of like creole tomatoes. There are so many specifics of the south, similar to the variable extent of Manhattan, the Bronx, and Brooklyn. New Orleans is like a completely different country compared to its surroundings. Glad Michael approves! 🥰 … and thanx for all the love, dawl! …. PS: Mardi Gras season is now 🎉🎊🥳🎭

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My skin crawls just reading this post. Putting mayonnaise on food should be considered a War Crime by The Hague.

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You too?! M. says "This. This. It's true."

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M. sounds like a smart man. :-)

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Omg yes. I don’t like condiments at all. Mustard and ketchup (and, while we’re at it, pickles) will ruin a plate for me. And even if it’s not in my food, no one’s careful about foods touching. The worst meal is one where the last bite is tainted by someone else’s gross food juice.

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"Gross food juice," ew!! Micheal calls that "slop." It's a thing. I do love my condiments but I'll agree with you on the pickles. Although, I love me some pickle-brined fried chicken.

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from a fellow mayo-hater, huzzah!

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