and have to get our crocks refilled!”
That’s the excuse I gave my husband while trying to tack some Paris days onto the end of our Italy trip this past October.
We bought two of these crocks in 2008 at the Maille shop on Rue de Madeleine in Paris.
If you buy a crock, they will fill it with fresh mustard. Once you have finished your mustard, you simply bring back the crock and have it refilled for much less than buying regular jars. It’s quite a bargain – if you live in Paris.
You can choose any of three types. We went with the grainy, stone-ground and an eye-watering spicy white wine mustard (my favorite) the first time. There was some concern about getting the crocks home in one piece. But we like to live in the edge, so we went for it. We packed them away in our suitcases and crossed our fingers that our belongings would not be covered in a mustardy mess when we got home.
They made it home sans a mess. Once the mustard was gone, I used them to store grocery and restaurant receipts. One I kept on the kitchen window sill over the sink. I could relive memories of Paris whenever I wanted, all the while longing to refill the crocks with fresh mustard.
When we decided last summer that we would spend our 10th wedding anniversary in Italy, I knew I couldn’t get that close to Paris and not go.
Since I have the most generous, thoughtful and loving husband and since he loves the spicy mustard as much as I do, Paris days were booked and empty mustard crocks packed securely in the luggage. On the 27th of October, we arrived via Metro at the Maille shop.
Unfortunately for our photo ops, we arrived just after le post delivered a huge plastic wrapped palate.
|Bill likes it so much, he thinks I should carry it
as my handbag. And he’s serious.
Once we had a look around, we got down to business. It was time to fill the well-traveled crocks.
I’m going to work the “we need a mustard refill” angle again next year. But something tells me it only works once.