Rice omelet for breakfast. It’s dry and missed something. I asked my wife ketchup for a joke, which have never been at home. I am 100% sure that she understood that it was a joke. But she stood up without any hesitation and entered the kitchen. Then, she handed me over a big bottle with red inside. It was tomato conserve.
“Try it”, she said.
I tried it on my omelet.
“It’s KETCHUP. It IS Ketchup!”
Yes, it was ketchup. The only difference from the commercialised one was density.
When finished my omelet with pseudo ketchup, she told me that she would simmer it to have a real ketchup.
I’ve never thought of having homemade ketchup. But now I know that it’s possible, and there will be one on the table soon.