I was once at a well-known Ontario fiddling contest. The cornball emcee, after finding the oldest couple in the house, brought them up on stage and serenaded him with a chorus of "Too Old To Cut The Mustard" and her with "The Old Grey Mare". Talk about tasteless!

(Mind you, if my mom and stepfather had been there, they could have won both that category and "most recent newlyweds". Wonder what Mr Emcee would have made of THAT.)

Me, I LOVE good mustard (only the good stuff). Make it hot, and/or get creative with it. Here in mpale syrup country, Marion Paul makes a maple mustard that's to die for.

I heard there's a Mustard Museum in the U.S. midwest. When they moved into a bigger building, they transported the stock the normal way, then to move the very last jar, formed a human chain from the old building to the new and said "pass the mustard" on down the line.

Mustard people are odd but cool

Willie-O
mustard person


W-O