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.
Ghost snot. Lol. My brother couldnβt 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.
βCreole mustard is the new Mayo! So letβs be stylish. - Dressed, with no Mayo please!β 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. Iβve 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!
Omg yes. I donβt like condiments at all. Mustard and ketchup (and, while weβre at it, pickles) will ruin a plate for me. And even if itβs not in my food, no oneβs careful about foods touching. The worst meal is one where the last bite is tainted by someone elseβs gross food juice.
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."
Amen. Mayonnaise is the condiment of the devil. I couldn't agree with you more, Michael!
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.
Ghost snot. Lol. My brother couldnβt 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.
βCreole mustard is the new Mayo! So letβs be stylish. - Dressed, with no Mayo please!β 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. Iβve 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!
My skin crawls just reading this post. Putting mayonnaise on food should be considered a War Crime by The Hague.
Omg yes. I donβt like condiments at all. Mustard and ketchup (and, while weβre at it, pickles) will ruin a plate for me. And even if itβs not in my food, no oneβs careful about foods touching. The worst meal is one where the last bite is tainted by someone elseβs gross food juice.
from a fellow mayo-hater, huzzah!