I know I risk making Syd puke, but I feel I need to write about mayonnaise. Here’s a comment that Bayou , a friend and Seattle blogger left the other day when were talking about regional foods that we can’t get where we now live.
“I grew up on "Blue Plate" which is no where to be found on the west coast. It was one of the items that I missed from the south. My mom relayed this to my aunt who attempted to send me a jar of Mayo in the mail. Except, she OPENED it first, transferred it to a plastic jar (instead of glass) and then proceeded to mail it. I suppose she forgot about that little "Refrigerate after Opening" statement. It was a jar of bright yellow toxic mush when it arrived. Actually, I'm surprised I've ever eaten mayo again...”
Mayonnaise is something that I’ve found a lot of people totally hate. It’s probably because they can attribute an incident of food poisoning to the stuff at one time or another. I have this same thing with oysters. I had one bad oyster and I’ll never eat them again.
I don’t have any wild mayonnaise enlightenment to share with you today. No stories of how it’s changed my life for the better or the worse. But upon contemplation writing about it today I took out a jar of Best mayonnaise to read over the label. I never noticed it before but there was a seal on the label that states mayonnaise is loaded with Omega 3s, half of the daily recommended daily dose. So rather than taking fish oil pills you can now load up on mayo. It makes one wonder why Baby Ruth candy bars don’t extol the virtues of the peanuts in their content list.
In honor of Richard Brautigan who actually ended his book, Trout Fishing in America with the word Mayonnaise. I too have always wanted to end a blog post with the word, mayonnaise.