Why I won't eat thousand island dressing

I think I was about 10.. can't remember. We don't have food, or rather Mary isn't feeding me. She has me sitting on a couch all day and all night trying to make me recollect memories of something, whatever I can remember about father. What? I really don't understand.. she questions me over and over about my aunt and uncle and a time when I was 5 or 6, and then over and over about a time I last saw my father at 3? She truly is nuts... doesn't feed us for a least a couple days, telling me that fasting is good for the soul. When we do finally eat.. it's flour and water fried patties with ketchup and mayonnaise mixed together.. to this day I won't eat thousand island dressing..