It is time to embrace and celebrate ketchup, not be ashamed of it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Everyone else in the world still thinks of American food as ketchup.
I still eat a burger at a counter with ketchup dripping down my face.
A household name is like ketchup. Everybody wants ketchup. Ketchup doesn't hurt anybody.
You know, you really can't beat a household commodity - the ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.
Any administration foolish enough to call ketchup a vegetable cannot be expected to cut the mustard.
Call me tacky, but I love the union of sweet and sour, even in some now-unloved Oriental dishes incorporating pineapple and ketchup.
I had a job at this French restaurant, and I hated it. I don't like serving; I don't like getting people ketchup.
I ain't a bit ashamed of anything.
With all the endless varieties and toppings you can add to burgers, there's no need to keep munching on the boring burgers and ketchup found at all the tailgating events and BBQs.
A month before the season I stop putting ketchup on my french fries.