Oooo, this is going to hurt

My husband enjoys food. He enjoys food even more if it has any number of unusual toppings on it. During our meals, it's not uncommon for him to try two or more seasonings with his food, including some things that I personally consider rather extreme.

Such was the scene at our dinner table last night. We ate beef roast, and it would have been a rather nice meal with the two of us somewhat alone because the girls hate beef roast and we'd already given them spaghettios, they'd eaten, and they were playing in the nearby living room (actually, fighting over toys, but that's another post).

So Greg and I could have had a lovely semi-intimate dinner, ignoring the sparring from the girls and talking about our daily activities or the stock market performance or what sexual position we were going to try out later that evening.

However, those dastardly English people visited recently and left my husband some gifts of food, which he is immensely enjoying sampling. Thus it was that Greg uttered the above statement. He was putting a rather large amount of Colman's Mustard on each sliver of his roast beef, pausing in rather dreadful anticipation, and then chewing, pausing, and swallowing rather rapidly.

It didn't even look like fun to me, but he swore that it was wonderful. He's about halfway through the jar already, so I guess he's serious. I just hope nothing vital burns up or falls off before the jar is empty.