My wife accuses me of being addicted to mustard. I love it. I put mustard on my sandwiches and in my chili. Not a dab, a lot. I want to visit Mount Horeb, Wisconsin, for their National Mustard Day. Music will be provided by the Poupon U Accordion Band. Seriously.
The Mustard Museum on Mount Horeb is moving a few miles down the road to Middleton, Wisconsin. There are 5,000 mustards and 1,500 antique mustard pots, bottles, and tins on display. The museum draws up to 30,000 visitors a year. (I thought I loved mustard. These people must be really, really serious).
Jesus said if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains. Think of the faith it takes to actually build, fund, and open a mustard museum. I want that guy on our long range planning and finance team. Anyone that can open a mustard museum must have faith. I’m willing to sit down with him over a Nathan’s hot dog, some relish, and, of course, lots of mustard.