Allow me to preface this post by saying that I like ketchup. However, I cannot profess to love the red stuff as much
as Jeffrey Steingarten
who kvells, "To my mind, ketchup stands in the top tier of the world's cold or tepid nondessert sauces." I have dear friends for whom the smell of ketchup on an egg sandwich in an enclosed space, oh say a car, is abhorrent enough to provoke a threat of physical violence. My friends might think they have it bad, but apparently two sisters in Scotland have it far worse. Nonetheless, they remain open-minded.
Despite an aversion to ketchup so fierce that they say the mere sight of the condiment is "an absolute nightmare", Kirsty and Linsey Miller, want to overcome their phobia, which is so strong they can't abide the tomato-based staple in their flat.
Maybe their urge for self-improvement has something to do with their parents predilection for tomato sauce at meals. Who can say? The sisters seem to have no problem with recent varieties of green ketchup.





