Tasty Tuesday: Yellow
It’s time, once again, for another installment of Mr. O’s new foody meme: Tasty Tuesday. This week’s theme is yellow. My submission for yellow also could have served for last week’s theme of toppings. What is it? Why… it’s…
Mustard! Nom nom!
My interest in mustard was an abrupt development. When I was a child, I would throw a typical childish tantrum if Burger King or McDonald’s got my order wrong, or if my parents “forgot” to order my burger without mustard. Wiping it off doesn’t work. No matter how little yellow residue you’ve left behind, we all know you can still taste it. Yuck!
But then an odd thing happened. I still hated mustard… couldn’t stand it. But one day in my sophomore year of highschool, I was sitting in my sixth period honors geometry class and I suddenly realized I was hungry. I mean, distractingly, who-gives-a-flying-flip-about-geometry?! hungry. And, what’s more, I knew exactly what I wanted: a mustard burger. That is, a full-size hamburger with lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and mustard. Lots of mustard. Me! I hated mustard, and I wanted it so bad I couldn’t think straight.
So school finally ended, my mother met me out front (she often dropped me off and picked me up… I guess she was bored? I dunno, but I liked it), and as I climed into the only SUV we ever owned, I told her of my need. She looked at me like she’d just picked up the wrong highschooler, but she said, “Uhh… okay.” And we drove the couple of miles to the nearest Dairy Queen. And so began my love affair with a condiment I had, to that day, spurned. That day was the first time I ever consumed more than a junior hamburger (from any establishment) in a sitting. I inhaled that full-sized burger with mustard. Then I looked around for more food. And my mother stared at me like I was crazy.
Now I eat mustard in all its varieties: stone ground, dijon, spicy brown, European, yellow American… I even enjoy mustard seed-encrusted roasted meats. Whatever its form, I love mustard! But it will always be associated with the color yellow.
January 11th, 2010 at 11:23 pm
That’s got to be one of the stranger foodie tales I’ve heard, but oddly enough I can see it as perfectly logical. A hungry mind does funny things to ya. So does brain freeze from drinking one of those frozen moo latte thingies too fast (which I do every time).
Somehow I just don’t associate Dairy Queen with burgers. That was always the carrot my parents used on my brother and I when we were kids. A trip to the DQ (only it wasn’t cool to abbreviate places then like it is now) was guaranteed to get us to clean our rooms, mow the grass, put a new roof on the house, repave the driveway, whatever. It was the one way we knew we were gonna get real ice cream and not that pale substitute “ice milk” (the Spam of ice cream if you ask me).
Damn. Now I want a big honkin’ burger smothered with chili, cole slaw, chopped onion and swimming in cheap yellow mustard. (That’s a popular combo around here. Tasty, but bring breath mints if you’re on a date. And lots of napkins.)
(Ooh! And yesterday was new toothbrush day. I just had to share.)
January 11th, 2010 at 11:24 pm
Oh, and Yahtzee!
January 11th, 2010 at 11:41 pm
I celebrated New Toothbrush Day last week! It was everything I’d hoped it would be, and more. Congratulations. Note: breath mints are a nice gesture, but they just aren’t enough to save your date. If you insist on eating delicious food, you’re gonna have to sneak off to the bathroom and brush your teeth (and gargle) after. There’s no way around it.
Bocce!
January 12th, 2010 at 1:20 pm
:O
Dairy Queen brain washed you!!!
January 12th, 2010 at 6:22 pm
aww you have a pic of Ethan and it’s old ;P but he does love mustard ;)