Slow down; I can't ketchup!

I had a one-month stint as a waitress in West Lafayette, Indiana. Which is great if you like fast cash and suicidal thoughts. I learned a lot about people and their twisted food desires. The wholesome people of Indiana will literally smack you in the mouth if you place any potato product in front of them without immediately providing ketchup. And lots of it.



On one of my many trips back to the kitchen to fetch the sacred tomato-based condiment (after being smacked in the mouth, of course) I heard one customer call it "Indiana gravy." So the neighborhood children don't cover their slip'n'slides with ketchup in other states?