All my life I thought I was strange for having a fear of condiments,(ketchup, relish, mustard and mayonaise). I would like to thank your site as I can now prove to my family and friends that I'm not making this stuff up. People seem to take great pleasure in thrusting a ketchup laden fry in my face and asking "Want a bite?" It's just damn cruel! I am a 31yr old man and it's just a little embarassing to run crying and screaming if I get a pinhead size dab of mustard on me. We really do need a name for this. Perhaps condimentaphobia? garnishaphobia? sauceaphobia? musrelketmayophobia?
