5 + 16 points
Saucy Tales by Ronisha Browdy
September 24th, 2012 11:46 AM
I admit that I do have a collection of condiment packets within my fridge. There is nothing like getting a handful of ranch packets from Hungry Howies, or demanding an unnecessary amount of tartar sauce from Long John Silvers (despite the 2 packet limit—outrageous!). As a self-diagnosed condiment hoarder, I must admit that my favorite piece of my collection is one of a kind: THE ketchup bottle.
What makes my ketchup bottle special? Well, it knows my needs. I love ketchup, and it seems like everything and anything tastes better with a little squirt of that red, tangy sauce right on top. Although those ketchup packets from Wendy’s/McDonalds/Salem’s/Burger King would do the trick, there is nothing like the ketchuppy-goodness that comes from the bottom of the bottle.
Introducing THE ketchup bottle:
This beauty is capable of holding 48oz of tomato heaven and originated from my neighborhood Winn Dixie about 2weeks ago. Although my ketchup needs could easily be satisfied by simply buying a new bottle, I refuse to let that ketchup go to waste! I work that bottle. I shake and squeeze…and squeeze and shake that bottle, until (SPLAT!) ‘chuppy-goodness. Despite the fact that there are only about two squirts left, and it is crammed within a narrow corner of the bottle, I refuse to throw THE ketchup bottle away.
I know it has more to give.
What makes my ketchup bottle special? Well, it knows my needs. I love ketchup, and it seems like everything and anything tastes better with a little squirt of that red, tangy sauce right on top. Although those ketchup packets from Wendy’s/McDonalds/Salem’s/Burger King would do the trick, there is nothing like the ketchuppy-goodness that comes from the bottom of the bottle.
Introducing THE ketchup bottle:
This beauty is capable of holding 48oz of tomato heaven and originated from my neighborhood Winn Dixie about 2weeks ago. Although my ketchup needs could easily be satisfied by simply buying a new bottle, I refuse to let that ketchup go to waste! I work that bottle. I shake and squeeze…and squeeze and shake that bottle, until (SPLAT!) ‘chuppy-goodness. Despite the fact that there are only about two squirts left, and it is crammed within a narrow corner of the bottle, I refuse to throw THE ketchup bottle away.
I know it has more to give.
You're simply being economical in these difficult times. My dad would be proud to know you. Ketchup is his vegetable of choice. Heinz won't do.