I love condiments – salt, pepper, mayo, mustard, chili sauce, Peri-Peri, any vinegar, soy sauce, hollandaise, bernaise, apple, mint – literallty anything – the more the merrier.
Many “foodies” will not appreciate this sentiment – sod em.
Ironically the one condiment I can happly live without is tomato sauce! Now I bet that will cause some consternation.
As a “client” on a mental ward the dining room is a major focal point of your stay.
There the condiment is king. Why?
Not only is the food very average and quite bland but meds can alter your senses of taste, sight and smell. (All to the benefit of the catering contractors). Ergo, salt, pepper, vinegar, mayonnaise etc. are worth their weight.
Mind you, having said that, anyone who eats regularly at a fried chicken “boutique” must (by the condiment definition) be mentally ill too – Check out this photo from Peckham
Bearing in mind that some of the people in Mental Health Wards are a little “peculiar”, I saw fights break out over salad cream sachets because they wanted to draw “smiley” faces on the tables with them (despite the fact that therapeutic art classes were available…
Healthy activity? Trust me, if the sachets weren’t there you would witness just how much damage could be done with plastic cutlery…