Last night, Kris Kridel outed me on Chicago Tonight. It came at the end of our weekly business segment right after she’d discussed a marketing “war” between real mayonnaise and Miracle Whip. I asked her what camp she was in and she said she was a Miracle Whip person. Then she asked for my preference and I told her the truth: my wife doesn’t allow Miracle Whip in the house. She insists on real mayonnaise.
And she doesn’t allow margarine or Cool Whip. A co-worker thought I was kidding. Nope, my wife is an authentic-ingredients kind of person. Her philosophy is the same as Julia Child’s: use real ingredients (even if they’re higher in fat and calories) and you’ll actually wind up eating much less because your taste buds will be satisfied. My wife’s been slim all her life, so that approach works for her.
Other banned items: pre-baked pie crusts, grocery store cookies and any kind of squirt cheese, to name a few. But I’m glad for the higher standards. Left to my own devices, I would be happily lost in a world of Ho-Hos, store-bought pies and TV dinners, oblivious to the wonders of a fresh sandwich, made with real mayonnaise, crisp lettuce and a juicy slice of tomato.