greypouon

Jacques stared defeated at his dropped steaming kielbasa. There it lay, gathering gravel and dirt.

“I’ll kill you Maurice.”

A jar of mustard thrown shattered on the ground staining the meat an off yellow.

“My Dijon will live forever Auguste!” A second jar of mustard thrown broke upon the cobblestone in the same place.

Jacques stood transfixed, ignorant of the surrounding chaos.

Crowds stomped the pavement in pursuit of one another.

Jacques lifted the dripping link with his fingers. He hesitated only a moment before taking a bite.

A smile emerged through lips dripping with mustard.

Grey Poupon was born.

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July 17th, 2015

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  • Ha ha! How often are things created out of chaos? 😀

  • Yolanda Renee

    A mustard tale from Dijon, well done!

  • Delicious mustard had to come from somewhere. :p

  • Thank you Yolanda! I wasn’t sure anyone would get it. :p I read a lot about the origins of Grey Poupon to get this far.

  • Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    Dear Danny,

    I may never eat Grey Poupon again.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  • Ha! Don’t let it get you down Rochelle. It is still a delicious addition to any sandwich!

Estimated reading time 1 minutes. Friday Fictioneers – Do you have any Grey Poupon?