Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. The lovely Linda prompts us with the following: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!
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Well alrighty then. Hmm. What was the last thing I put in my fridge? I take more food out of the fridge than I put in. This won’t be easy. We typically do a weekly curbside. Load all the cold stuff in then spend the remainder of the week “unloading”.
Let’s see. “It’s the b’crack o the morning” said in my Lucky Charms leprechaun voice over voice. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Last night we did take out from Whataburger. I finished the last of the deli turkey meat at lunch. Which means mustard was the last thing I put in the fridge after I was done making my sammich.
Yes I eat my turkey sandwiches with mustard. I prefer the “bite” sort of sour taste. In fact, as a kid I hated mayonnaise. I like it now but for me, mayo was an acquired taste.
But mustard. I have always loved mustard. And have many mustard stories. Here’s a few.
Growing up, we always ate supper at 4:30 right when dad walked in the door. Eating that early meant we had snack before bed. My go to snack was mustard toast with Nestles Quik chocolate milk. Try it sometimes. Sooooo good.
During summer rec, we packed a lunch. Mom would have salami or bologna on hand for us to eat. I hated salami and would only eat bologna if fried. Practically burnt. Like I had a carbon deficiency. Fried bologna wouldn’t carry well. Somehow I convinced mom to let me take a sandwich with just mustard on the bread.
The nun in charge of our group, would walk around our table during lunch asking what we had in our sacks. Just chit chat. After a week of me with no meat sandwiches, Sister F asked my mom if we needed meal assistance. Mom tried to explain that we had meat at home that I refused to eat. That was true but sister didn’t believe her. After that we got on the list for government cheese. Doh!
Last mustard story I promise.
When B and I first married, we’d go grocery shopping without a list. We’ve since learned about prepping but back in the day we’d wing it. For some reason, both of us had a mental block on whether or not we needed mustard. This resulted in a mustard cache so large it almost needed its’ own cabinet. Cuz ya know I carried my mustard addiction with me. Better safe than sorry. Heaven forbid I’d have to eat dry toast with my Nestles Quik.
Don’t blame me for this nonsense. Linda said “Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!” You don’t have to tell me twice. Happy Saturday one and all.
As always more to come.