I Hate Mustard

I have not liked mustard my entire life. The smell even gets me. I just don't like anything about mustard. Sometimes we do not like certain foods even when we have not tried them. That is not the case for me when it comes to mustard. I did try it, did not like it, and never will. There is a reason why. The story as I know it is as follows:

I was a cute and precious little boy (or at least that what I was told). Even though I was a "perfect angel", I was a bit mischievous at times (maybe that is where my boys get it?). I liked the taste of baby aspirin. They were orange and candy-like. After I got my mom busy somewhere else in the house, I climbed on top of the washing machine to get to a cabinet where my mom kept the baby aspirin. I found the medicine and consumed two bottles. I was happy and headache free, but when my mom came and found the empty bottles she was far from calm. She called poison control and they told her to mix some mustard and water together, make me drink it, which would result in me throwing up. The only mustard in the house was a kind with onion bits in it. She proceeded to mix it and force it down my throat. Just as she had been advised, I did throw up and all was well.

That is why I hate mustard. It is probably why I hate onion chunks in food as well. I know I am a picky eater, but I did have a little help with my problem with mustard. So now, corn dogs with ketchup, hamburgers with ketchup, hotdogs with ketchup. I am thankful I did not have to drink ketchup water.

Sometime I will have to tell you how my dad cured me of chewing tobacco at an early age. Happy Birthday, Dad!