I've been thinking a lot about mustard lately. It's one of my favorite things. It's so versatile and yet so enigmatic. There's yellow, there's honey, there's spicy brown, there's coarse grain, there's Dijon, there's horseradish. I could go on forever. And then there's all its uses: sandwiches, pretzels, deviled eggs, salad dressings, marinades, sauces, glazes, potato salads. Besides all those fine attributes, did you know mustard is practically indestructible? And if you add a little water to dry mustard, viola, you've got yourself a condiment. It's magical. If I was marooned on a desert island, I'd want a collection of Joyce Carol Oates books, a keg of good beer and a fine, fine mustard. Oh, it's not just the taste. Mustard has played a significant role in my life. I once drove from Maryland to Mississippi with my nephew Chad and we discussed mustard the entire trip. I really feel we cemented our relationship du
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