When I was a child my brother, who shall remain nameless, used to eat bologna and mustard sandwiches with a side of pickles and then feel the need to hold me down and breathe in my face. Sure, it sounds funny now some 18 years later, but it wasn't funny then!
Since these unfortunate years of my childhood (which by the way I had a pretty good childhood, MOM) I cannot stand the taste or smell of pickles and mustard. Just disgusts me entirely. Makes me want to vomit. I feel nauseated and internally broken if they get anywhere near my food. Get the picture?
Today I had a business lunch meeting, which are always fun cause it's usually at a really nice restaurant and I never have to pay. I ordered a club sandwich because they usually come without condiments and because they are good to eat.
Well, surprise, surprise... There was mustard on my sandwich. Now I'm sure you're thinking "She is just being a baby" you're daggum right I'm being a baby. It's my prerogative to be the biggest whiny crying baby that I want! But alas, I didn't send the sandwich back... Oh no, I sat there and ate the stupid thing because I didn't want to be THAT girl.
So, for lunch I had a lovely club sandwich drenched in mustard and conflicted when I both enjoyed it and hated it. I may need some professional help after this one.
Sounds like your inner gourmand is ready to take your inner traumatized kiddo by the hand and tell her it's all OK now, and then turn around and eat the mess out of the best condiment known to man.
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