Please indulge me by allowing me to wag my finger and judge your choice of condiment, but ketchup doesn’t belong on a hot dog. Far be it from me to equate moral character with how you sauce your weenie, but—there’s always a weighted condescending but in waiting—I think that most folks agree that it not only shows a profound lack of maturity but is evidence of an arrested state of adolescence.
But…what about a chili crisp ketchup?
