The great condiment caper
Erin Chupp
Issue date: 3/3/05 Section: Features
Oil, water, timber and condiments; valuable resources I've learned about in college. I spent my first two years in a dorm room and quickly discovered I could save money and refrigerator space by not purchasing condiments.
However, I also hold that every salty fry deserves to be dipped in ketchup and no peanut butter and banana sandwich is complete without first spreading on some mayonnaise.
To get the best of both of these worlds, one must accept the free gift of condiments from restaurants and gas stations. I have learned to appreciate the benefits of this public service. I'm sure it's factored into your price.
A double decker taco for 99 cents may sound like a steal, but I can promise you The Bell is doing you no huge favor; they are still making a profit. So, make sure you grab a handful of hot sauce too. What you don't take inside to begin the condiment bucket should stay in your glove compartment box.
I don't believe everything I hear, but I once heard a news story about a man who survived several days after a car crash because he ate the hot sauce packs he found in his vehicle. Fortunately, I've never experienced such a severe need for the spicy liquid, but it did come in handy one afternoon when I was starvingly sitting in Atlanta rush hour traffic on 75.
When you finally get out of a bad car scenario, don't forget the condiment treasures to be found at your local gas station. This is the foster home of flavored coffee creamers, multiple kinds of fake sugar and stir straws.
The world has much more to offer in the way of condiments than simply ketchup and mustard. My bucket contains soy sauce, Zax sauce, honey mustard, lemon juice, Arby's sauce, barbeque sauce and plenty more.
Another favorite which really completes a weekend of ultimate frisbee or trip with friends is packages of jelly. Found at places such as Waffle or Huddle House and McDonalds, jelly packets are the window to eating on a budget while traveling. As a road trip warrior, I've mastered the skill of squirreling away jellies.
A bag full of these fruity treats, a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread compliment any weekend where you would rather spend money on an awesome experience that you'll remember forever, instead of on food you, well, won't have forever.
However, I also hold that every salty fry deserves to be dipped in ketchup and no peanut butter and banana sandwich is complete without first spreading on some mayonnaise.
To get the best of both of these worlds, one must accept the free gift of condiments from restaurants and gas stations. I have learned to appreciate the benefits of this public service. I'm sure it's factored into your price.
A double decker taco for 99 cents may sound like a steal, but I can promise you The Bell is doing you no huge favor; they are still making a profit. So, make sure you grab a handful of hot sauce too. What you don't take inside to begin the condiment bucket should stay in your glove compartment box.
I don't believe everything I hear, but I once heard a news story about a man who survived several days after a car crash because he ate the hot sauce packs he found in his vehicle. Fortunately, I've never experienced such a severe need for the spicy liquid, but it did come in handy one afternoon when I was starvingly sitting in Atlanta rush hour traffic on 75.
When you finally get out of a bad car scenario, don't forget the condiment treasures to be found at your local gas station. This is the foster home of flavored coffee creamers, multiple kinds of fake sugar and stir straws.
The world has much more to offer in the way of condiments than simply ketchup and mustard. My bucket contains soy sauce, Zax sauce, honey mustard, lemon juice, Arby's sauce, barbeque sauce and plenty more.
Another favorite which really completes a weekend of ultimate frisbee or trip with friends is packages of jelly. Found at places such as Waffle or Huddle House and McDonalds, jelly packets are the window to eating on a budget while traveling. As a road trip warrior, I've mastered the skill of squirreling away jellies.
A bag full of these fruity treats, a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread compliment any weekend where you would rather spend money on an awesome experience that you'll remember forever, instead of on food you, well, won't have forever.