Well, in my hour of need, I should have known that I could count on A, my longtime adored friend and companion on many Parisian sojourns. She has agreed, on her next visit state-side, to lug a jar or two of my beloved Maille mustard. I have warned her to PACK it and not carry it, but, experienced traveler that she is, she needed no such advice.
The best part is that it will be soon...in just a few short weeks. The rendezvous between my mustard and me will take place at Thanksgiving. It will be wonderful to see A again, don't get me wrong, but soon...soon, I'll have the mustard that I've pined for. Its gorgeous yellow piquancy will be in my hands. I'll feel its power in that heavy crystalline jar. And I'll pull off the wrapping and put my nose close and inhale its heady, spicy scent...
I guess at the end of the day:
Do yourself a favor and take a little break and watch this. Dionne and Stevie, Luther and Whitney...it just doesn't get any better. Love you, A.