So I feel like I need to approach this as a confession. I mean I think this is totally normal, but the reactions to those I’ve told so far seem to imply the opposite.
My stress eating food is Mayo.
There’s just something about the salty versatility of mayo that I love. Now, it’s not all mayo and it’s never the healthier mayo options (oh goodness no!)…… and depending on what region I’m in the brand changes… but right now it’s Hellman’s.
And you know… I acknowledge blame where blame is due. And for this, the blame is squarely on my brother!
A.D. (that’s his nickname and not in a million years will I tell you what it stands for!) is 11 years older than me which of course meant that growing up I thought he was amazing. He was also the oldest of the siblings and the only boy. Looking back on it, this all just meant that if A.D. said something or gave an opinion on something, then that was golden. (Was I gullible or what! Lol).
I remember preparing for the testing session to enter high school. I was studious, I knew how to revise. Things were going okay, I thought. On the day before the test, Mom told me not to do any more revision. I should just relax, whatever was in my memory was already there and I should just leave it for the moment and enjoy the day.
A.D. decided to amuse me, and we were going to make ourselves supper. Mom let us go ahead. I mean why shouldn’t she – A.D. was 22 at this point and clearly more mature than his babysitting days when he was a 15 year old keeping his baby sister occupied by emptying kitchen cupboards and eating dog kibble (I’ll tell you THAT story another time).
On the menu was a SALAD SANDWICH! A.D. was totally into the quick and gratifying meals at that point. Out came the cucumber and the salad onion, the bread and lastly the mayo. That was it. I looked at my brother not knowing where to go from here. I mean cucumber was for a salad and that was a whole salad onion. Where was the rest?
Yep, I’m sure you’ve already pictured it – sliced cucumbers, a bit of thinly sliced salad onion, a whole HEAP of mayo and two slices of bread. That was supper.
I became hooked.
I mean what was there not to like, there was the salty mayo, the crunchy, light healthy taste of the cucumber and a bit of zing from the salad onion. Bread is always yum… win win, right? And of course the salad goodness MUST triumph over anything else in the sandwich, so it’s all okay… right?
Confession: I’m still hooked. If I’m dealing with a lot of things and having a stressy time overall, I head for the mayo.
Of course, I have none in the fridge now – and I’m sure not going out to the supermarket just for mayo these days…. Crap, I’d better not get stressed. Double crap, I’m getting a bit stressed just thinking about it. Ok, breathe chick breathe! Lol.
Peeve point: Is it just me, or do you guys feel like the mayo in the squeezy bottle just isn’t the same as the mayo in the glass jar. I dunno. It just comes out different and plops different and makes me glare at it a lil bit.
