The map of the Grey Poupon adventures.

M is for mustard

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. Β The mixed up uncle and aunt titles involves cross dressing and gets complicated β€” 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 punkedΒ 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?