No! Because you’re Mustard and while you don’t compare to a summer day, you make all my days better.
I know you come from Italy and you’re first appearance was in “Apicius” in the late 4th or early 5th century AD, and I don’t care if you’re French, or German, or America , or whatever. I love you’re whole extended family.
I have a habit of buying things on sale at the grocery store, if for no other reason that it was on sale. I’m not sure I’ve ever passed up a small container of mustard on sale. Which is why my fridge has:
And I love them all.
Ketchup on the other hand... Well I guess it’s not all bad.


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