Above, a picture I found of mayonnaise looking exactly why I don’t like it — flavorless, fatty, cloying. In my native cooking tradition — Industrialized Post-War Post-Apocalyptic Food Wasteland — “barbecue” meant “items cooked outside on a barbecue” and that was it. Those items were inevitably hot dogs or hamburgers, served on buns made of extra-squishy white bread, dressed with mustard and sweet pickle relish (hot dogs) or mayonnaise, ketchup, iceberg lettuce, and sweet pickle slices (hamburgers). Maaaaaaayyyyybe you could throw a a slice of curiously flavorless beefsteak tomato or Processed American Cheese on there, if you were feeling adventurous.…
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