it was just my birthday; gimme some.
i'll give you beetle mustard in return.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
i can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
after boldly telling my friends i wouldn't be getting drunk one saturday (no one believed me), i proceeded to do about 4 citywides and drink at least 4 more beers over the course of an evening. though i'm left with little recollection of anything beyond the arrival at an afterparty, i do remember my intense drunken craving for mustard. in fact, i'll admit that i probably left the party to go get some mustard. i thought i was sooooo coooool: "i don't even need bread anymore; i'll eat that shit right off the spoon."
oh, how'd i'd regret my tough-as-nails attitude. it turns out i DO need bread. AND i need to use a smaller spoon. i woke up at 3p.m. (post-mustard) to find mustard everywhere. i was drowning in it. it was on my face, on my pillow, crusted onto my blanket, and coagulating on a seemingly microwaved (seriously? i was so drunk i couldn't wait for the toaster?) pita that lay on a plate by my bedside, too embarrassed to be seen with me. the mustard was smeared all over the pita, a trail of greenish yellow creeping up the side of my bed, the result of my criminally blatant disregard for the pita that could've saved my pride.
and my sunday. since the whole right side of my bed (aka MY side) was doused in mustard-remover, i was forced to sleep of my hangover on the left side. still, it was better than the time i woke up with barf on my pillow. what a waste of mustard THAT was...
UPDATE: three days later, when paying for a swedish fish at wawa, i noticed that the quarter i handed over was covered in mustard. i think that was the last of it, though.
oh, how'd i'd regret my tough-as-nails attitude. it turns out i DO need bread. AND i need to use a smaller spoon. i woke up at 3p.m. (post-mustard) to find mustard everywhere. i was drowning in it. it was on my face, on my pillow, crusted onto my blanket, and coagulating on a seemingly microwaved (seriously? i was so drunk i couldn't wait for the toaster?) pita that lay on a plate by my bedside, too embarrassed to be seen with me. the mustard was smeared all over the pita, a trail of greenish yellow creeping up the side of my bed, the result of my criminally blatant disregard for the pita that could've saved my pride.
and my sunday. since the whole right side of my bed (aka MY side) was doused in mustard-remover, i was forced to sleep of my hangover on the left side. still, it was better than the time i woke up with barf on my pillow. what a waste of mustard THAT was...
UPDATE: three days later, when paying for a swedish fish at wawa, i noticed that the quarter i handed over was covered in mustard. i think that was the last of it, though.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Can honey mustard be bad?
Follow me on this one:
I know honey mustard can be really, really good - e.g. my personal favorite is from George's Roasters and Ribs in Princeton. Given ownership history and similar serving receptacle and gustatory awesomeness, it very well might be the same honey mustard served 2 stores down at Hoagie Haven as well. Continuing on this tangent just a tad more: some acquaintances in high school swore by this recipe: go get an order of General Tso's Chicken from Tiger Noodle up the street, then throw down some quarters for some little plastic containers of honey mustard from Georges. Dip, eat, repeat.
OK, that said, I just consumed what mustardheadz would likely assume to be the "unspeakable" caste of honey mustard: Hellman's. I dipped some grilled chicken from the kitchen at work into the Hellman's honey mustard. It was delicious. Then I dipped some potato chips in (why not?). They were delicious too.
And so, fellow mustardologists, I ask you: have you ever had bad honey mustard?
Until,
KT aka Bleedz (Mustard) Seedz
I know honey mustard can be really, really good - e.g. my personal favorite is from George's Roasters and Ribs in Princeton. Given ownership history and similar serving receptacle and gustatory awesomeness, it very well might be the same honey mustard served 2 stores down at Hoagie Haven as well. Continuing on this tangent just a tad more: some acquaintances in high school swore by this recipe: go get an order of General Tso's Chicken from Tiger Noodle up the street, then throw down some quarters for some little plastic containers of honey mustard from Georges. Dip, eat, repeat.
OK, that said, I just consumed what mustardheadz would likely assume to be the "unspeakable" caste of honey mustard: Hellman's. I dipped some grilled chicken from the kitchen at work into the Hellman's honey mustard. It was delicious. Then I dipped some potato chips in (why not?). They were delicious too.
And so, fellow mustardologists, I ask you: have you ever had bad honey mustard?
Until,
KT aka Bleedz (Mustard) Seedz
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