Wordless{ish} Wednesday: You can't eat without it

{I was born and raised in southwestern Pennsylvania in a rural area about twenty miles outside of Pittsburgh, the home of all things Heinz.  As such, I grew up using Heinz ketchup and only Heinz ketchup--I may have even made myself a ketchup sandwich once or twice as a kid.  My dad and brothers put it on everything, from fries and mac 'n cheese to scrambled eggs and chicken, but I draw the line at fries (and they think I'm the weird one).}

{It appears that the love of Heinz is alive and well in the newest generation of my family; the other day at lunch, Sammy decided to just dispense with the fries and go straight to the source and ate the ketchup straight out of the package.  I don't think my brother could have been more proud of his nephew.}