A bit off-topic...
I just learned tonight that I love food for the sauce I put on it. I realized I actually hate enchiladas, quesadillias, pasta and lasagna, pizza, hamburgers, hotdogs, and most varieties of cheese. But I love the tasty condiments to put on them!
I suppose an old line of mine is actually true, "The burrito is merely a vessel for the FireSauce™"
But it let me to think about how we perceive the world around us based on what we are told to perceive. Even something as simple as what are desires should be. I have always been told, and therefore believed, my tastes were for regional flavors. Ya know, mexican food, italian food, thai food, etc. However, the epiphany that I only liked the sauces for these foods, the condiments and the dressings and so forth, lead me to realize there is actually reason and order behind my taste in foods.
I love pizza, but only for the marinara sauce. I always get extra, to dip the pizza in. Same with cheese sticks, garlic bread, etc.
I love mexican food, not for the unique southern flavor, but for salsa, picante, pico de gallo, chili con queso topping, and hot sauces.
I love italian food, but not for the pasta. I love the red sauces and meat sauces, the salad dressings and the unique balsamic vinegrette..
I love thai food, not for the asian cuisine and nice waitstaff, but the peanut sauces, the tom sum, and the creative uses of wasabi and ginger.
And American food, I love not for the meats and cheeses. I love ketchup, mustard, barbeque sauces, steak sauces, thousand island dressings and more types of gravy than I can appreciate in one sitting.
So, here I am, openly admitting that I am addicted to condiments.
