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clamattheirfather’ssideonCapeCod,orperhapstheday
theyfoundoutthatDarthVaderwasLuke’sfather.Maybeit
waswhentheylearnedthatplayingoutsidecanactuallybe
more fun than watchingHe-Man, or when they discovered
that light behaves as both a waveand a particle. For me, it
wasthefirsttimeIsawmayonnaisebeingmade.‡
When I was a kid, I never once thought about where
mayonnaise came from. I mean, it’s that kind of creamy,
jiggly stuff that comes in a jar with a blue lid, right? I’d
alwaysjustassumeditcamefrom...somegiganticpumpaction mayonnaise dispenser, perhaps in Wisconsin or
Nebraska,oneofthosestatesthattomypreadolescentmind
seemed most likely to produce tons of mayo. I remember
the very first time I saw mayonnaise being made. It was
during a late-night infomercial for handheld immersion
blenders (a new technology at the time, and theIt kitchen
gadget).Thehostputanegginthebottomofacup,poured
some oil on top, placed the immersion blender in there,
pushedthebutton,and,withinamatterofseconds,theegg
and oil came together into creamy, opaque, white
mayonnaise.
My wife and I have recently been discussing what we’d
like to name our children. She, being South American,
wants our firstborn daughter to have the beautiful Spanish
nameSalomé.Itoldherthatshecannameourfirstdaughter
Salami as long as I can name my first son Mayonnaise in
honor of my favorite condiment. We’ll see who gives in
first.
As a sandwich spread or sauce, mayonnaise is a big
divider.Iusedtobefirmlyonthe“deathbeforemayo”side