The only way tomato sauce is acceptable to me is if it’s on pizza or pasta. And not in that God-awful “ketchup” form.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: At age 34, I have the diet range of an 8-year-old. No veggies, no fruit, no condiments, no seafood, no nuts.
(Okay, that’s not completely true, thank goodness. I will occasionally eat spinach, green peppers (but only on a pizza), bananas, pineapple juice (no pulp), fish sticks, and peanuts. But that’s it.)
Quick-N-Dirty Aviation: Trading altitude for airspeed since 1992.
I’m also with tracer, except for the fact that I will eat dijon mustard on cold sandwiches, and I love A-1 on hamburgers. Ketchup and mayo are abominations, though. The only thing I’ll eat ketchup on is a McDonald’s hamburger, and that’s because they just don’t taste quite RIGHT without it.
Whenever I tell people I don’t eat fruit or vegetables, they always look at me strange, and expect me to run screaming at the sight of a cabbage or something. So I tell them that, not only is it more common a phobia than you might think, but it even has a name - lachonaphobia.
And lookee - both Drain Bead and Tracer also have the phenomenon, and this is a mostly random sample of people here on the SDMB.
So we aren’t as rare as some people believe.
I think I may now be accused of hijacking a thread, in which case I say “This plane’s already going to Cuba? Oh… oops!” and sit down again.