God must have been in a really bad mood the day mustard was invented. Not Noah bad, but close. You wait for the pods to dry out, then spend several hours trying to extract the tiny, sticky seeds with most of them getting lost in the grass, your fingerprints, or who knows where. Even the kindest mustard recipe requires a tablespoon of these little bastards. I probably have a half-teaspoon after an hours work. Im going to call them Satans Chiggers. Yup. Switching to ketchup.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 00:03:17 +0000