On New Years Eve, a friend brought with her the worlds best mustard. It was like a spicy honey mustard. It was heavenly. I would eat it every day if possible. About a month ago, I used the last of this mustard of the gods, with some pork chops. Since then, I have tried to avoid meals where I would use some store bought spicy brown mustard, hoping that over time the taste would fade, and I would be able to enjoy the mustard that mere mortals eat.
I failed.
Today we had pork chops, and with them, I used what used to be a very tasty mustard. Today it was crap.
Since the mustard is home made, I may never taste that magnificent mustard again.
So, I have been to the top of Mustard Mountain, and have since slid down those spicy brown slopes, to the bottom.
Tear.
40 is not the new anything.
9 years ago
4 comments:
Next time you are down here, visit the Mustard Museum in Mt Horeb. They have hundreds of mustards you can sample and buy. Hopefully you'll be able to find a suitable substitute. :)
Not sure if you are referring to the same mustard that Nelli occasionally makes, but you will have to hit her up for a tub of her homemade goodness next time she's in town. I, like you, can no longer eat the store-bought crap. Hooray for the real thing!
You hit it on the head Austin. I didn't know it was possible to fall in love with a condiment, but I did, I fell hard.
Send me an email with your new address -- and some mustard will arrive on your doorstep! Did I mention I love this blog...
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