In New York City, you can get anything delivered: cat food, diapers, egg salad, fries. But with the greasy fries comes lots of ketchup.
I don't have anything against Heinz or Hunts or Annie's, but I do have a problem with waste. Order a basic grilled chicken sandwich and you get a dozen or so packets of ketchup, mustard and mayo. That's not including the plastic utensils, paper napkins and salt and pepper.
I'd use a few of the quarter ounce packets for dipping, but always have a ton leftover. I tried to save them for the future. But I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my husband, our cat Nina and our son Henry. I only have room for a dozen or so packets.
I tried keeping the ketchup, but it just gets in the way.
Then a lightbulb went off -- a green bulb. Instead of constantly shuffling the packets around my pint-size kitchen, I could return them to the diner where I always order my chicken souvlaki greek salad -- or any diner for ...read full post
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