Monday, November 17, 2008

Storytime

A "Storytime" submission from an unnamed reader:

To appreciate this story you must first understand that I really like mustard. I like hot dogs or hamburgers with mustard, and deli sandwiches with dark stone-ground mustard, horseradish mustard, or Dijon mustard, the spicier the better.

Several years ago I was at a Church pool picnic with my wife and baby son. I held the baby on my left arm while I made a ham sandwich with lots of dark mustard. Then I conversed with some friends as I ate the sandwich. Half way through, I noticed that some of the mustard had dripped out of the sandwich onto my arm, and was dangerously close to getting onto the baby’s clothes. I didn’t have a napkin handy, or a free hand to use it, so I simply licked the mustard off my arm.

It was not mustard.

I had the presence of mind to hold on to the baby, but the sandwich was not so fortunate. It hit the dirt, and I quickly passed the baby to an unsuspecting bystander. I grabbed the closest glass of lemonade I could find, gulped some into my mouth, and spewed it into the grass. Then I grabbed my towel and did the shoe-shine buff on my tongue.

I made another sandwich and put mayonnaise on it.


Now that's a funny story! Classic! Just classic!

2 comments:

The Donald said...

Yeccch!

Forget Grey Poop-On, all those other 'Dee-Jon' pretenders, Jack Daniels, your friend's special recipe, and the like. (OK, in a pinch, I put Wendy's honey mustard on my value menu nuggets.) But Woeber's Reserve Champagne Dill Mustard - that's the good stuff!

http://www.chefjohnny.com/GeneralStore2004/Champagne-Dill-Mustard.htm

SLK said...

I am so not ready for kids, much less kids that produce their own "mustard"!!!