Mustard is one of those things I hated growing up and only recently acquired a taste for. Unless it’s a giant slab of kielbasa, I never find myself asking for anyone to pass the mustard. That all changed this weekend.
There was a line-up of mustard geniuses but one mustard stood out among the rest: My Friend’s Mustard. I find myself waking up in the middle of the night looking for anything to dip into “my tub” (not “my boyfriend’s” tub or “our” tub) – “my tub!” of “whole grain beer mustard from Brooklyn.”
It’s not yellow runny mustard or fancy french dijon. It isn’t the means to just spicing up your hot dog. My Friend’s Mustard is an end in itself. A spicy and sweet mustard with an addictive creamy nutty texture and that invigorating wasabe effect on your senses. I am hooked and taking every chance I get to slather it on everything!
Get ‘em while they last! Brooklyn Standard, Eastern District & Brouwerij Lane will only be carrying the mustard until their inventories runs out (meaning until I buy it all), then you can buy it directly from their website.