I Love Mustard

>> Friday, August 12, 2011

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, Gourmet Mustard. The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.

 “Here, hold Johnny (our six-week old son) while I get my sandwich,” she said.

I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers.

I love mustard.

I had no napkin.

I licked it off.

It was not mustard.

 No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do … only I did it on my tongue.

Later, after she stopped crying from all the laughing so hard, my wife said, “Now you know why they call that fancy expensive mustard Poupon.”

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Catrina Bradley... August 12, 2011 at 6:03 AM  

Oh, that is TOO funny! And more than a little "ewww" inducing. :)

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