In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”
Exempted from my distaste of ALL foods creamy are the following:
cheese whiz, peanut butter or “strawberry” jam- spread paper thin, and soft serve ice cream (and maybe one or two others). I am thinking fondly of all three of you as I write-especially cheesewhiz and DQ ice cream and the fact that I had DQ ice cream last month- in a cold Canadian December, more times than I’ve ever had ice cream in any winter…I was stocking up for no DQ in Mumbai;)
Back to embracing the Ick… I don’t like creamy foods!
It is a miracle I don’t ‘whip’ you pudding.
You’re only ‘blush’ing cause I slapped your saucy mouth.
Mister mustard…you’re just icky. You and your ketchup and mayonnaise all slapped on a burger…
…a melange of madness!
Gravies of all kinds, colours and flavours…just die. Go to the grave- the root of your existence.
Oh… and salad dressing…really?!?! I don’t even know what to say…you give salads a bad wrap!
Last but not least, yogurt…I don’t care how you disguise yourself in fruits and flavours… Yo mama!