The Great Ketchup Debate: To Refrigerate or Not to Refrigerate?

It can be really confusing to walk through the aisles of our favorite grocery shop and figure out what food items require refrigeration and what doesn’t.

It is reasonable to believe that if a product isn’t refrigerated in stores, it also doesn’t need to be at home. That isn’t always the case, though.

A modest word in fine type can be found on the labels of many products on grocery store shelves if we look closely: “refrigerate after opening.” Sadly, not everyone takes note of this small directive, and even those who do sometimes decide to disregard it. Ketchup is an excellent illustration of this.

The popular ketchup brand, Heinz, actually advises chilling their product as soon as you bring it inside. You may be asking yourself, “But why does ketchup need to be refrigerated when I see bottles of it sitting on the store shelves?” Heinz wants you to know that it’s all for the best, though.

This ketchup conundrum intrigued me, so I decided to look into it directly. I grabbed a bottle of Heinz ketchup from my own kitchen and read the label carefully. And there it was—the warning to “For best results, refrigerate after opening”—subtly printed in small text on the label on the reverse. Thus, the recommendation is clear: refrigeration is advised.

Were you aware that Heinz addressed this issue on Twitter as well? The message on their short tweet said, “FYI: Ketchup goes in the fridge!!!” This tweet grabbed the attention of people all over social media and started a heated debate among ketchup lovers.

Heinz even went so far as to survey people about how they keep their ketchup in storage at home. The outcomes were really intriguing. Of all the people who use ketchup, 36.8% keep it in a cabinet and 63.2% keep it in the refrigerator.

It’s intriguing to learn the motivations behind some people’s decisions to disregard refrigeration recommendations. They contend that ketchup tastes good even when kept at room temperature and that it doesn’t spoil readily. The good news is that you can keep your ketchup fresher for longer by refrigerating it, which will increase its shelf life.

Thus, keep in mind what Heinz suggests if you’re still not sure if you should refrigerate your ketchup. And why not follow the rest of us and store that bottle of ketchup in the refrigerator, nice and cold? It’s a simple method to guarantee that your favorite condiment remains flavorful and fresh.

It’s your time to comment on the ketchup controversy now! Which is better for storing ketchup—in a cupboard or the refrigerator? Let’s continue the conversation and hear about your ketchup preferences!

My Mom Left Me in a Cardboard Box in the Supermarket When I Was a Baby — 20 Years Later She Asked For My Help

Sue was left in a cardboard box as a small child. Luckily, a store clerk took her home and changed the course of her entire life. Now, in the form of an unexpected knock at the door, Sue has to face her past and the disappointment that comes with it. Is this a grand reunion or the biggest disappointment of Sue’s life?

I was left in a cardboard box in a supermarket twenty years ago. I was just a few months old, and all I had to my name were a few photos of my mother and a note.

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The note read: I will always love you, Sue.

Nobody knew my surname or whether I had a middle name. Nobody seemed to know my mother or what had happened to my father. I was all alone in a world that didn’t know anything about me.

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But even then, at a few months old, I seemed to be fortune’s fool. I was found by a kind store clerk, Ruby, who took me in.

“I couldn’t leave you there, Sue,” she would say whenever the story came up. “I became your guardian shortly after and raised you as my own. You became my little bug.”

Ruby was everything to me. And as I grew, the closer we became.

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I was forever grateful that she gave me everything I needed. But still, I never stopped wondering why my mother left me and if she would ever come back.

“I know that it bothers you, darling,” Ruby told me one day as she made lasagna for dinner. “But she’s an enigma now. We have nothing that could lead us to her.”

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“I know,” I said, grating more cheese for when the dish was ready. “It’s just frustrating when I start thinking about it.”

“You love the internet, you love social media, Sue. Use it, share your story, maybe it will resonate with people, and you can connect with others just like you.”

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She opened the oven and put the tray of lasagna inside.

So I did just that, and I became a well-known video blogger, sharing my story with the world.

“You’ve created a safe platform for people to share their stories, too,” Ruby told me when I read comments from my latest video to her.

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“It means something to me,” I said, helping myself to the eclairs on the table.

Fast forward to the present. I am successful and able to provide for myself and my guardian.

“So much for being an abandoned baby,” I said to myself as I washed my face one night.

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But imagine my surprise when an unexpected knock on my door changed everything.

I opened the door to find a frail, older woman standing there, her eyes filled with regret and desperation.

“Sue, darling,” she said. “I am your mother, and I need your help!”

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I just looked at her, unable to blink for fear of missing the moment.

“Do you still have the note I left with you when I left you safely in the store?”

Safely? I thought to myself. I stood there, paralyzed by the flood of emotions that had come in when she entered my home.

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“Yes, I have it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept it.”

“I know I have no right to ask for your help after what I did, but I need you to believe me when I say I had no choice back then. I was running from a dangerous situation. And I thought leaving you in a safe place was the only way to protect you. I needed to disappear.”

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“What kind of situation?” I asked.

I had wondered about this moment for years. And every second that went by, I was just disappointed by the reunion with my birth mother.

She hesitated, looking down at her hands.

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“There were people after me, people who wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted. I stole something once, just to help me out financially. I stole the wrong thing from the wrong people. I had to keep you safe. So I left you.”

Of course, my mother was shady.

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“You could have come back sooner. You could have tried to find me.”

“I know, but I was scared.”

I took a deep breath, trying to process everything.

“What do you need help with?”

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She looked up, her eyes pleading.

“I need a place to stay, just for a little while, until I can get back on my feet. I have nowhere else to go.”

My heart ached. But I knew that Ruby would want me to say yes. She would tell me to do it. I could almost hear her words in my head.

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“That’s your birth mother, Sue. Help her,” Ruby would say, most likely bribing me with something to eat.

“Okay,” I said finally. “You can stay. But this doesn’t mean everything is forgiven. We have a lot to talk about.”

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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“Thank you. I promise, I’ll make things right.”

She reached down, picked up a worn duffel bag, and followed me in.

The first few days went by relatively smoothly. My mother seemed genuinely remorseful and tried to help around the house.

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“I’ll cook and I’ll clean for you, darling,” she said.

But it didn’t last long.

One evening, I came home earlier from the local radio studio where I was being interviewed for my content. The house was unusually quiet.

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Walking to my bedroom, I heard the faint sound of drawers opening and closing.

And there she was, standing there in front of my open jewelry box, my most precious pieces clutched in her hands.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, unable to contain my rage, but also wanting to keep calm at the same time.

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She looked up, startled, and for a moment, I saw a flash of guilt in her eyes.

“I was just… I thought maybe I could sell some of these to help me out. They’re heavy, so they’re real.”

“Of course, they’re real! They’re gifts from my mother! She saved up for years just so that she could get that diamond necklace for my 18th birthday. And you want to steal from me?”

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She looked shocked, like the wind had been knocked from her sails.

“You have so much, darling,” she said, almost whimpering. “I just thought that you wouldn’t miss a few pieces. We could use the money.”

“We? This isn’t about us; it’s about you. And it’s not about money, either. It’s about trust. You said that you wanted to make things right, but all you’ve shown me is that I cannot trust you.”

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She reached out to me, but I stepped back.

“Please, don’t do this, Sue. I can change. I just need some time.”

I shook my head, tears of betrayal and disappointment filling my eyes.

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“I gave you a chance. I let you into my home. I let you meet Ruby. And you still chose to betray me. No, I’m sorry. But you need to leave.”

Her face crumpled, and she pulled a tissue from my vanity.

“Please, just one more chance,” she said.

“I can’t,” I said, my voice breaking. “You need to go.”

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“Sue, I gave birth to you,” she said, putting the necklace down.

“And you left me in a box,” I said.

I watched as she gathered her things and left, the duffel bag looking considerably fuller than when she arrived. But I didn’t have it in me to fight her again.

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Sadness and disappointment weighed me down heavily. But there was also a sense of relief.

Later, I went over to Ruby’s house. It was the one place that would always feel like home to me.

“Darling girl,” she said, flipping grilled cheese onto a plate. “You took a chance on someone who loved you, that’s what you take away from this experience.”