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A household name is like ketchup. Everybody wants ketchup. Ketchup doesn't hurt anybody.

I still eat a burger at a counter with ketchup dripping down my face.

My mother felt we'd be earning a living during our entire adult lives, and therefore believed we should spend summers in learning activities. Consequently, I got to see a plate glass factory in Pittsburgh, a U.S. Steel plant, and how Heinz made ketchup.

It is time to embrace and celebrate ketchup, not be ashamed of it.

Everyone else in the world still thinks of American food as ketchup.

Don't keep excessive amounts of anything. Those glass vases that come from florists. Those ketchup packets that come with take-out food. A house with two adults probably doesn't need fifteen mismatched souvenir coffee cups.

Any administration foolish enough to call ketchup a vegetable cannot be expected to cut the mustard.

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 need it to survive. But most specifically, McDonalds Big Mac's and McDoubles (with no pickles).

Now, have I ever been tempted to break into a Krispy Kreme doughnut store in the middle of the night? Oh, yeah. God help us if I had a minibar stocked with cheesecake and chicken-fried steak.