You would think, given the amount of mayo currently oozing out of my chicken sandwich, that my cholesterol would be sky high. But it's not and I'm grateful for that because the mayo would just have to be the death of me; I love it too much to give it up.
I was making my drippy sandwich and remembering growing up and my mom telling us that the mayo was just to moisten the bread, it was used lightly and sparingly. Of course with 5 kids in the house making sandwich lunches everyday (except for the days we had spaghetti burritos), that jar of mayo had to stretch.
But since I share my jar of mayo with no one, I'm free to slather it on and enjoy the flavor it adds to my day old roasted chicken.
Don’t look for a moral cause there isn’t one.
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