How can you tell it’s mustard? It’s f*cking yellow! Oh right, and it has the word “mustard” on it.
I have somehow been entirely immune to the rampant popularity of Trader Joe’s (seriously, what’s all the hubbub?), and stuff like this isn’t going to help them win me over. This looks like something a housewife makes in her spare time and sells at church fundraisers, which is fine... if you’re a housewife who makes mustard and sells it at church fundraisers.
As a side note to all this, since I’ve been thinking about mustard more than usual, and maybe in reaction to Sarah Palin’s latest crusade, I had an idea. I think from now on I’m going to abbreviate the word mustard to ’tard. Think about it. “Mmm, that’s some tangy ’tard!” Of course that might mean I have to start saying ’chup and ’naise, too.
Also, thanks to my good friend Laura Williams for responding to last week’s RFS with the Trader Joe’s Dijon ’Tard.
And also, a big boatload of best birthday wishes to my big brother Mike!