my brother brought over a shwarma and i had a bite of it and then i went mentally insane until he would let me have another bite. there’s something in that tzatziki that turns me into the exorcist. i would eat a cactus, needles and all, if it had tzatziki on it. one time we left some tzatziki out on the table over nite and i was planning on dipping left over pita in it but fil threw out the “gone bad” tzatziki and i seriously felt like crying i was that upset over it. i was probably on my period.
