Recently, a would-you-rather question circulated the internet that asked, «Would you rather give up kissing or sauce?» And it swept the nation because it is an impossible question. In some ways, kissing is the sauce of life, and sauce is the kissing of food. Sure, you would technically survive without it, but would you want to? 

Imagine a life where every time you ate a French fry, it was dry. The muscle memory of going to dip would probably kick in, and you would have to ignore it. Imagine a world with no hot sauce, no ranch, no hummus, no buffalo sauce, no soy sauce, and no garlic aioli? I don’t know if I want to live in that world. But then imagine a world in which you couldn’t smooch your lover goodbye? It’s an impossible question. Thank goodness we don’t actually have to choose. It’s worse than Sophie’s choice.