Can we talk condiments? I’m a fan of mustard, not realizing my tastebud enchantment until I moved to Philadelphia, land of street vendor plump, piping pretzels (at least in 1969). There I discovered the joy of bread, salt, and no-frills mustard, its slender thread winding between salt crystal mountains, the perfect pretzel “yellow river.” Since … Continue reading Mayonnaise Memory
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