It's a Way of Life

Big news in the ketchup world today!

For all you Heinz lovers, things, they are, a-changin'!

I was reading my new york times - the web version - and came across staggering news that Heinz is revamping the look of the bottle.

The pickle - which happens to be the first product that Heinz sold - that has been emblazoned on the bottle since its inception is being replaced by a cute tomato on a vine and adorning the slogan "Grown Not Made."

Apparently, tradition must be stomped on, sullied in ketchup, bullied and forced to wear a new outfit - like a pimp belittling his hoes for the clothes she wears.

This stain on the ketchup nation will take years to be washed out. No bleach strong enough.

During the ketchup movement, I have been a strong advocate for necessary use on most foods, even on most condiments.

People give me the stink eye when they see what happens to my eggs, corn beef hash, sausage & hashbrowns. Drenched in the slathering of tomato-ee goodness that puts Caligula's meals to shame!

Let it be known around the globe that we ketchup enthusiasts will unite in the fight between the good vs. the bad - btw, we are the good - the righteous red soldiers against the evil mercenaries who's sole end is for ketchup to meet its maker in the gut-wrenching, soul-bearing depths of the underworld.


KETCHUP TO CLAY

Traditions have real sentimental value, one thing that I learned from my dad at a young age.

I believe the story goes that one of his girlfriends tried to throw away a simple clay bowl that I made as a 2nd grader. The clay bowl sat on our desk, usually with rainy day change inside. My dad was between marriages and my brother and I stayed with him on WPAFB housing on Hickam Drive.

He got pissed that she wanted to throw it away, and me being young, not knowing the difference, I heard the word 'sentimental' and then understood why my dad kept many things I thought to be old. He taught me to take care of the things we did have. I don't know how I could have understood such an adult word at the age of 8, but it resonated with me. From keeping tabs on the whereabouts of my soccer ball, oiling my baseball mitt, and even keeping an eye on my little brother, I learned the lesson.

Not sell his spare set of golf clubs at a pawn shop for $35 that my brother borrowed! LOL!!!