I didn't realize that I was a mayonnaise snob until I moved to The Netherlands. In 1994, about a week into our three-year stint, my family and I went to a small grocery store in our new neighborhood to purchase cold cuts and condiments.
It was June, one of the hottest Junes on record. It was
so hot, in fact, that Dutch cows started leaving grassy pastures and climbing into canals to cool off. It made the national news. What a sight! I had no intention of turning on a flame or oven at the house, so here we were, looking for something tasty to make into sandwiches.
When I stepped into one of the grocery's aisles to look for mayonnaise, my jaw dropped. The
entire aisle was jam-packed with every kind of mayonnaise and mayonnaise-like food imaginable...
plus some. Knowing almost no Dutch at that point in time, there was no way I could read the ingredients lists, so I decided instead to simply choose the stuff that was neither the highest nor the lowest priced, and hope for the best.
[This babble continues....]
