Well, the biggest of big secrets has been revealed. Theoretically speaking, a secret should never be spoken...the cat shouldn't be let out of the bag. How often as children did we 'swear' to keep a secret, either by clasping pinkies or by crossing our hearts? We knew that 'telling' was akin to moral degradation, that a whole school full of kids would know that we were the lowest of the low.
Second grade found me in Parochial School, and capitol punishment was in full swing. A smack on the hand with a ruler was never far from Sister Mary Mary Mary's agenda. Far worse than this punishment was my fear of the consequence of 'secret letting.' And I knew a few.
I knew that Sarah still sucked her thumb. Mark's dad was never home. Anthony had a brother who wasn't "well" and everyone knew of Our Lady of Sorrow's secret closet that hid goblins and other creepy beings. Yes, everyone did know, yet somehow it was still a secret. (These ghouls probably ate little ones who let go of those silences.) In my young mind, the 11th commandment was, "Thou shalt not tell a secret."
Am I rambling? Am I getting off track? Alright, alright, here's a hint — 'two-all-beef-patties-special-sauce-lettuce-cheese-pickles- onions-on-a-sesame-seed-bun.' Have you guessed or figured out or surmised this 'tell all' of 'tell alls'...? Mac Donald's... Special... Sauce, drum roll please, is a concoction of:
Sweet pickle relish
White Wine Vinegar