I have this crazy, abnormal fear of mustard. Ok it’s not necessarily a fear, it is more of an utter disgust for it. Let me start off by saying I have never liked mustard. My brother use to inhale bologna and mustard sandwiches like he was packing for hibernation. I, on the other hand, chose butter. To clear things up even more: I LOVE ketchup, HATE mustard.
First and foremost, it’s yellow or brownish yellow depending on the type of mustard you choose to apply to your food. That in itself turns me off. I like the color yellow, I am not racist towards that color palette. I use yellow in my paintings all the time. However having yellow paste-y substance applied to my hotdog or submarine or chicken fingers is not visually appealing. My stomach turns upside down at the sight.
Next, there is that AWFUL smell. I literally can smell mustard from a mile away- ok not a mile but it travels. My spidey senses literally tingle when mustard is present. My nose hairs become angry, I cringe as if there were nails sliding down a chalkboard. I use to gag when someone applied that disgusting yellow substance to their hotdogs. And COME ON why do folks look down on me when I order a dog with ketchup and not mustard. I don’t judge you for your strange food tendencies. When I go to NY and if I want a hotdog, I sure as hell am not going anywhere near that smelly mustard.
The best story I have to tell about Mustard is a weekend trip with friends to my alum, Penn State. I travel to PSU every year for THON (it’s the largest student run philanthropy that raises money to fight against pediatric cancer-it’s a big thing check it out). In 2012, my friends and myself took a foodie trip around State College prior to attending THON. We all ate and had a drink. We stopped at the Philly Pretzel Factory for a quick snack. My friend thought it would be funny to surround me with all the mustards in the shop. I hated it. Later that night, I ended up in the ER with food poisoning. I blame the mustard. {see I even have documentation of this awful moment}
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Errr. I actually like mustard — the taste, the smell, and the color. One time, I was so craving for mustard, I had to buy a hotdog sandwich just so I can drizzle it with mustard. Sorry, didn’t mean to torture you. Just sharing. 🙂 My love for mustard is inversely proportional to my reaction to mayonnaise. Yup, never liked it.
haha, my one roommate is the same. She LOVES mustard and hates Ketchup. So we have a mutual distaste for each others choice in condiments.
Never really liked Mayo, but still use it from time to time haha. Thanks for sharing! I love hearing peoples thoughts/reactions.
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