Deli Mustard
When I was a kid, my mother had a friend I called "Miss Minnie." She was neither. But she knew everything. She probably knew who was buried in the tomb of the unknown soldier.
Sometimes, if we had early release from school, I got to go to lunch with my mother and Miss Minnie. My mother was fond of a German deli in Dallas (still there: Kuby's). So one day, we all trundled in the car and went down for corned beef sandwiches.
My mother warned Miss Minnie that the deli mustard in the little pot was hot. But Miss Minnie just narrowed her eyes and gave a shallow nod, as if to say, I am an urban sophisticate, dear. I have eaten steaks in Amarillo. I have picnicked at Platt National Park. I know what's what.
She smeared it in great gobs on her sandwich. And bit down.
condiments, deli mustard, mustard