I wanted to change my name to mustard in the second grade. It’s the perfect condiment. I don’t like ketchup.
On the eve of my wedding to Hubby, our rehearsal dinner turned into a family fun fest as Uncle Lois and Aunt Carl shared the story of how the Jensen family got hooked on Grey Poupon. The mixed up uncle and aunt titles involves cross dressing and gets complicated — not because of the cross dressing in my opinion.
The condensed Grey Poupon story is that two carloads of family members were lost. I married into the family, so I won’t sugarcoat it and call it exploring.
One car pulls up alongside another and a wisecracking kid says, “Pardon me. Do you have any Grey Poupon?”
Laughter ensues. A family legend is born.
Since that day, jars of Grey Poupon have traveled around the United States.
I was punked with the Grey Poupon joke when I received a Christmas tree. A map of the Grey Poupon adventures appeared at my in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary along with a restaurant sized jar. Enzo received his first mystery jar last year.
The jars are always welcome at my house as I enjoy eating it as a dip or in a dish.
|I ate Grey Poupon on the honeymoon. Why waste a great treat?|