Condiments…

Can you fathom eating your meat without sauce?  -A hamburger without ketchup, mustard, mayo?  A taco without salsa?  Pizza without ranch?  For some bachelors, condiments are all that can be found in their refrigerators.   How many of us collect and keep the condiments given us by these fast food joints (don’t pretend like you don’t have a drawer full of them).  Do you find the quirky sayings on the Taco Bell sauces amusing?  Don’t we all have a favorite chicken nugget dipping sauce?  Some of us prefer every flavor.  Eating a plain hotdog is suicide to some of us in society.  We lose our appetite, dishes lose their appeal.  Meat, French fries, carrots, broccoli, etc. without condiments are like humans with no clothes: naked, blank canvas, downright embarrassing and most importantly illegal in public.

Condiments are a must have.  They add flavor, not only to food, but in the boudoir as well, when it comes to honey, chocolate syrup and whipped cream…  Oh, and did you know, honey never expires?  They have honey as ancient as the Egyptian tombs in which it has been found.    I know what you are thinking, does this article have a point?  What’s the big idea about condiments?

Absolutely nothing… I’m actually using this as a test article, to see if it gets published, since all my various other articles didn’t, for one reason or another.  Thus, I’m writing a poem, giving homage to condiments:

Can you read between the lines

Or are you blindly censoring

Needlessly the

Deepening of the mind

Indestructible, indescribable

Meritorious

Enduring beyond the tick of the second hand of the clock you

Never listen to, but to

Taste the flavor of the condiments I offer is to

Savor truth, knowledge, power, I am my evidence, and will not be silenced…