MUSTARD OF THE GODS
My cousin Mark sent Maurene and I three bottles of Bertman Original Ball Park Mustard. Since Mark is something of a connoisseur of mustard, I hurriedly purchased some fine British sausage (also known as bangers) and tried out the official mustard of Jacob's Field, and alas the old Municipal Stadium. Mark was right. I have to admit that it outshines even Colman's Mustard which is the standard by which all mustard should be measured.
I also found out that there is a Mustard Museum in Mt. Horeb (the 'Mountain of God' in Hebrew Scriptures) Wisconsin. It appears to be near Dubuque, Iowa and I might have to make a quick visit in September when we're back in the states.
Again, Mark has opened my eyes to things I could only imagine.
1 comment:
Mustard on a gut bomb can not be tolerated. On a ball park frank YES!!!
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