Ignore the fries, they are just a cover for my ketchup habit.
Or is that, "My ketchup habit is covering the fries"?
I can't stand katsup...you know why? When I was a wee lad me mum and da would make me eat kiszka (Fucking Polish Blood Sausage) which is a horrible, nasty, disgusting food.
My parents were both strict, and we had to eat everything on our plate, and you didn't get up from the table until it was clean. I spent many a night staring down at a plate of kiszka or fried bologna or some other such horror until hours later my folks would send me off to bed early for not eating everything I was served, especially when there were starving kids in China who would kill to get their hands on some kiszka (I got spanked once for making the suggestion that the kids in China would most likely prefer to starve to death than eat Polish Blood Sausage)
Anyway the only way I could choke this or other food down that I found bloody disgusting was to drown it in katsup, which is why to the this day I can't stomach the taste of it(Even your picture with the chips and katsup is making me a bit queazy)
The other trick I had was to carefully spit the food out into my hand, then work it into the front pocket of my dungarees, and when the pocket was full exscuse myself from the table, go to the bathroom and flush it down the toilet.
My cousin used to stuff the food down the leg of their dining room table. It was an old table, and the decorative leg of the table was a hollow post, and my cousin found the hole at the top were it sat under the table top, so he would slip food down the hole.
He got busted when my Aunt and Uncle investigated the horrible smell that was eminating out of their dining room.
My Uncle was a mean fucking bastard and he really gave it to him, I still remember my cousin showing my the bruises on his ass.
Anyway, fuck katsup.