Dijon? Mais oui! [translation = therapy for free]

Now I am no gourmand, nor some sort of food snob, but when it comes to mustard, well…..…lets just say that I have certain standards that need to be maintained. It's not that I shun Coleman's [translation = lurid yellow English mustard that blows your socks off after just one whiff] it's just that there are other flavours and textures, such as the wholegrain mustards, that are all together superior.

There would, it appears, be other gloops, that call themselves mustard. In America these substances are known as mustard, but are in fact, merely neon yellow slime, masquerading as mustard. It only took me a few short weeks in the States to discover this deception foisted upon my fellows. Once I gained this knowledge was careful to ensure that the dreaded concoction should never pass over the threshold of this house.

But of course that was a few years ago now.

Out of nowhere, my son declares that he is a lover of mustard, to delight my fluttering heart. At last! Is there the remote possibility that we are edging closer to what might be described as ‘normal,’ or what might pass for normals if you don’t pay too much attention?

Spouse interjects himself. He explains that my eldest son recently had cause to come in close bodily contact with the substance, he witnessed the exposure first hand. Furthermore he adds, that some buddy at school, a peer, a preferred peer, also favours mustard. I harbour evil thoughts, but suppress them. I duly write 'yellow stuff' on the food shopping list.

In the supermarket, I find the aisle that sells slime in it's many and various American manifestations. I am not defeated, merely sanguine. I study the offerings with the dedication of a scholar, to find just the right one. The right one is difficult to determine. I decide to narrow my choice down to two options. My criteria? Flavour, brand, price, size, recyclable container or otherwise? Nope.

I buy both. One to challenge his fine motor 'twisting' skills, one to encourage his 'flip up the top' skills and both fulfill the goal of 'both hands work together to squeeze' skills.

Oh yes, this mustard business is hot stuff.

Now don’t tell my Mother as she’ll have my guts for garters! [translation = be seriously displeased]

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