So far, I haven’t had crazy cravings… unless you count my desire for mustard. I crave mustard on everything – and all kinds of mustard: dijon, brown, spicy, stone ground, bright neon yellow. Don’t even get me started on Gulden’s. One of my favorite takeout places offers it in packets – and thankfully, the lovely gals behind the counter have started loading our bags with it. I suck it down.
I’m not proud. But, dang, if it isn’t delicious. Don’t judge, or at least don’t judge me too much.