3 and half year old Desmond has turned out to be quite a sour puss, or acid freak, or tartist—however you prefer expressing a preference for all things acidic. I mean this in that vinegar drinking, sour lemon sucking, mustard sandwiches for breakfast sort of way. Yes, that’s right, he’s taken to requesting mustard sandwiches for breakfast. Not as his primary breakfast, mind you, but as a sort of breakfast dessert. The extreme reverse of savory followed by sweet. After his oatmeal and smoothie are gone, he’s taken to grabbing the yellow mustard, and giving it to me in the hopes of a last little acidic lift to the morning meal routine. The classic American hotdog variety stuff (not Dijon). Spread on bread. Nothing more. I tried a bite the other day and I have to admit it does have a sort of invigorating, eye-opening effect. I’m not about to ditch my 5 gallons of coffee start to the day, but I do indeed salute the power of sour.
Mustard Breakfast Sandwich
2 small slices of french bread
1 tablespoon yellow mustard
Build it. Eat it. Start your day.