bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, Gourmet
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table
in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my
wife suddenly at my side.
'Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich,' she
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching
again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my
I love mustard.
I had no napkin.
I licked it off.
It was not mustard.
No man ever put a baby down faster.
It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding
With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys
do, only I did it on my tongue.
Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife Said,
'Now you know why they call that fancy mustard 'Poupon.''