I’m not ashamed to admit when I’m wrong (what with regretting most of my choices in life, it would be too much work to be ashamed of it all), so I will now confess that I was wrong when I said I don’t like sauces.

Wait, let me check the search function on this website for a second… Oh. Hmmm.

Okay, here’s some context: When I was younger, I declared that I disliked sauces. Apparently I never cared about it strongly enough to mention it here on my precious Book of PDR, but it is something I mentioned to people in person often enough that it caused discussion. I’d have friends try to convince me I’m mistaken, I don’t dislike sauces, and they’d offer their examples. But “No,” I’d say. “That’s really more of a condiment!” or “That’s a dip, actually.” I always had some way to still claim I disliked sauce in general while still regularly eating it.

But I’m a grownup now. I realize I was just being a stubborn fool. What I actually dislike is salad dressing. That stuff is garbage. I stand by that.