#SoCS ~ 11/21/20

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!

Good times and good eats. To join the fun, look here for the rules and ping back.

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.

28 thoughts on “#SoCS ~ 11/21/20

  1. This is fantastic! I eat mustard with my deli turkey. Not real turkey like after Thanksgiving but the deli kind. I have to have doritos to wash it down. My favorite sandwich was cheese and mustard as a kid. American cheese slice, slapped between two pieces of bread slathered in mustard. I still eat it today. Had one the other night. Fried bologna was the only way I would eat it. It wasn’t charred like yours but it had to be perfectly browned in spots. I ate it plain. Just the bread and bologna with lays potato chips! Yum Yum! “Reference Grandpa from Hee Haw”. hehehe 🙂

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  2. Fried bologna sandwiches with mustard was my very FAVORITE childhood meal. Now that I’m almost vegan, I’m thankful for tofurkey slices with the mildly spicy brown mustard which I also put in potato salad and on roasted potatoes. Now, I’m remembering that I liked mustard on potato chips and fries in college. Must be some kind of body chemistry thing. My mouth is watering.

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  3. I enjoyed your story, Jilly. Back in the 60s, we moved onto a rental only to discover at least twenty packages of elbow macaroni and an unopened block of government cheese. You can bet we had mac and cheese feasts. I guess that stuff was like Velveeta more or less processed cheese food-like product.

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  4. Mustard is something I really don’t like, along with ketchup, mayonnaise, chutney, pickle relish, salad dressing other than oil & vinegar, steak sauce… pretty much anything but barbecue sauce. But to each his/her own.

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  5. For me it was opposite – mustard was the acquired taste. One side of my family was Miracle Whip, the other Mayo. The bologna sandwich, I am with you all the way – crisp that baby up! My Dad got the big block of government cheese, but because they needed it. He was a hoot about it, but it embarrassed my step-mom something fierce.

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    1. I haven’t eaten bologna in years. Makes me want to fry some up. We only took the one block of cheese because it was hand delivered to the front door. Dad was like oh well not bad tasting but my mom was as embarrassed as your step mom. She took it as a personal failure to feed me. And heavens “what would people think”

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      1. Exactly. Of course my Dad did not make it easy on her. I remember going to visit and him boldly asking “Do you want a big hunk of our welfare cheese?” She could have killed him.

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    1. I’m with you. What’s egg salad without mustard? My sister in law even puts mustard in her tuna salad. Funny you say PBJ because after my no meat incident, PBJ was my new sandwich for summer rec lunches.

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