Or sneaky foods, continued.
it looks innocent enough to begin with.
After all, once upon a time, if you were ordering a sandwich, they'd ask what you wanted on it.
"Lettuce, tomato, onion, mustard, mayo."
In fact, I remember the first time anyone even raised the possibility of putting mayonnaise on a hamburger.
I was, to say the least, nonplussed.
I mean, it isn't as if a hamburger wasn't already sort of greasy.
Mayonnaise on a burger, no thanks.
Some sandwiches, sure.
A club sandwich, okay – but with tuna salad?
Doesn't that stuff already have mayo in it?
The mayo level was rising.
Then it was all "mayonnaise-mustard on your sandwich," as if both together was suddenly normal.
Tuna salad with mustard?
And the day the counter help just stared at me when I asked for neither
"You mean, you want it dry?"
No, just regular.
But regular suddenly looks more like this:
Now, I still like a little, little, mayo on things, once in a while.
But oceans of it, no.