Words matter. These are the best Ketchup Quotes from famous people such as Patrick Mahomes, Thomas Sowell, Jose Andres, Yotam Ottolenghi, Gary Carter, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I’ve been a fan of ketchup for as long as I can remember, and the thick, rich flavor of Hunt’s ketchup delivers every time.
The word ‘racism’ is like ketchup. It can be put on practically anything – and demanding evidence makes you a ‘racist.’
As a chef and as a father, I am very upset by what’s on the menu at most schools: chicken nuggets and tater tots and ketchup and pizza.
Call me tacky, but I love the union of sweet and sour, even in some now-unloved Oriental dishes incorporating pineapple and ketchup.
It’s kind of a tradition that you get a rookie, put him in the middle, wrap your arms and legs around him, then douse him with everything you can get a hold of – shaving cream, ketchup, mustard, everything. It’s kind of like a pie in the face after a guy is successful.
I come from Yorkshire in England where we like to eat chip sandwiches – white bread, butter, tomato ketchup and big fat french fries cooked in beef dripping.
What I really miss are Club Z brand ketchup chips. That was the Zellers brand. Something about those slightly stale, slightly gross, but kind of delicious chips that remind me of home.
I can fry hollandaise, I can fry ketchup, I can fry mustard.
My big advert was for ketchup. I come home from school, cook my brother and sister their dinner, ride my bike in the garden. Remember that one? People cried at that advert. It won awards. I was 12.
Everyone else in the world still thinks of American food as ketchup.
I am ketchup conscious, so I do carry ketchup around with me. The best one is the Heinz Organic Ketchup Opens a New Window.
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.
I was such a scared cling-on-to-my-mum’s-leg kind of girl, even when I was 15, 16. If I was in McDonald’s and I needed ketchup, I wouldn’t go up and ask. I’d be too shy.
The fashion industry isn’t merely content to encase my meaty flanks in skintight denim. Oh, no! That denim also has to be white, a color that attracts ketchup, wine, garlic aioli, and any other foodstuffs I might otherwise be able to enjoy if I wasn’t wearing ridiculously tight pants.
You can never have too much ketchup, ’cause it’s a food group.
In my opinion, it has never been proven that food even has calories. When I bite into a hamburger, I see pickle and ketchup and bun and meat, but if there’s a calorie in there, it must be hidden.
You can’t have a good Thanksgiving meal without a little bit of ketchup on the side.
When you grew up in a household where mom would keep the extra ketchup packets from McDonald’s and keep them in a drawer just in case there came a day when you couldn’t afford to buy ketchup anymore, that gets ingrained in you.
Any time I’m at a bar, I’m hoping somebody asks me about the offside rule. Give me four bottles of beer and one bottle of ketchup and I’m going to explain this to you so well because I love explaining soccer.
I have an obsession with ketchup! I have it with everything.
To me, it’s far more efficient to mobilize the imagination. It’s far more efficient to hear a creaking step, for example, than to see the face of a monster, which usually looks ridiculous, and where you know that the blood is ketchup.
From a young age, I understood the idea of balanced flavor – the reason you put ketchup on a hamburger. I was that kid who wouldn’t eat something if there was something missing. I never really understood it until I began cooking professionally, balancing acids, sweets, spicy flavors and fat.
You know, you really can’t beat a household commodity – the ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.
I made ‘Ricki Lake’ as a big love show for the American culture: big jars of mayo and ketchup and industrial stuff and capitalism, which I celebrate, because I believe that the criticism comes with love.
Ketchup tastes good on steak. French fries. Steak and french fries – ketchup. Don’t get me started.
In theater, blood is ketchup; in performance, everything’s real.
It is time to embrace and celebrate ketchup, not be ashamed of it.
Salad cream is horrible, like albino ketchup.
I was a math whiz who stunk at English, so of course I wanted to be a writer more than anything in the world. I performed impromptu plays for my grandmother’s sewing circle but forced my little sister to ask for ketchup at McDonald’s.
I don’t think I’m a style icon, not at all. Sometimes I just want to rock out in me scruffs and me Uggs. You know, a really comfy old tracksuit with maybe a dollop of ketchup down the front.
Usually, turkey burger recipes result in something so lifeless and tasteless that drowning one in ketchup (that most perfect and delicious of condiments) doesn’t help much. Part of the problem is calling this food a ‘burger’ at all, because it’s never going to satisfy the way juicy, salty, medium-rare beef will.
I still eat a burger at a counter with ketchup dripping down my face.
I don’t think people are monsters if they put ketchup on hot dogs, but I’m good without it. It’s a debate that I don’t get too hot-and-heavy with.
