Not the kind of shudder that you have when you open that old jar of salsa that's been hanging out in the back of the fridge and discover it's taken to wearing a fuzzy green sweater of mould. It was the kind of shudder that occurs when you realize that your ketchup has been making love to the ballpark mustard and they've had babies.
Lots of babies.
To my dismay, the fresh fruit and vegetables, cheese and meat (read a whole chicken and a package of bacon) had to sit on the kitchen table. The counter was covered with what you see before you.
Among those include:
- 8 jars jams/jellies/marmalades (jumbleberry, raspberry, plum, plum ginger, blueberry orange, blood orange-pink grapefruit marmalade)
- 3 jars chutneys (all various onion kinds)
- 6 jars mustard (ballpark, balsamic, hot, dijon, honey, British Beer)
- 4 kinds of salad dressing (Italian, balsamic, ranch, Japanese sesame)
- 2 kinds of homemade booze (sweet cherry liqueur and chestnut brandy)
- an Asian section (sriracha, chili-garlic sauce, black bean sauce, hoisin sauce, soy sauce, okonomiyaki sauce, tamarind ginger sauce, fish sauce, green curry paste)
- a Mediterranean section (oil packed sundried tomatoes, hummus, baba ghanoush, pesto, pizza sauce, olive-artichoke tapenade)
The horror. The horror.