and I am a condiment addict. My fridge is stuffed with condiments that I buy and never use. I'm guilty of cruising the international food aisles and buying the odd sauce with the best intentions. But as my Dad would say, "good intentions paved the road to Hell". I am hoping that my testimony will help others like me, sad souls who through no fault of their own have no self control when it comes to the condiment aisle. I blame my poor youth, after high school I could only afford Tiger Sauce. I looked at other condiments with envy, I didn't know any better. The siren song of other condiments was just too much, the minute I had any money I would be prowling the aisles of the local grocery. At first it was just hot sauce, then that demon mistress BBQ sauce. Then I was lured into Asian condiments, exotic names, the possibility of a foreign affair. Thank God Europe isn't big on condiments, although I hear good things about mayo for fries, in Belgium? Don't even get me started on vinegar or olive oil. I even have 2 different brands of the lowly ketchup, even though I prefer to make my own from scratch. Then there's the olives, pickles and jalapeños. Oh, and mustard. Hot, sweet, horseradish, wasabi. Then there's the regular and low salt soy sauce. Please help, I know I need an intervention, someone to keep me in check, attached to reality. I have to remodel the kitchen, that means cleaning out the fridge. I don't know if I have the strength to throw out my stash.