My daughter hates mayonnaise so much that she has been able to develop her oil/egg emulsion aversion into an aversion therapy weight control program.
- Passing mayo section in Walmart = loss of desire for Jr. Mints
- Unscrewing lid of mayo jar and sniffing = loss of desire for Chik-fil-A chocolate milkshake
- Accidental bite and consumption of mayo laden sandwich = loss of desire for Thanksgiving dinner
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- Consumption of 1 tablespoon of mayo straight with eyes open = possible celebrity look a like potential
Yesterday I discovered a similar aversion therapy cure for my decades long love of donut holes when I read that this confection was introduced by Dutch immigrants and that the deep-fried dollops of dough were called "olibollen" or "oily balls".
Somehow, that just took all the joy out of them