Slice of Life Post for March 23, 2025, by Barb Edler (4:44-5:15)

“Have you seen the yellow mustard?”

“No.”

“I know I have yellow mustard.”

“Did you look in the garage refrigerator?”

“It’s not there. I looked already.”

“Try the honey mustard on the top shelf. It’s good.”

“I know, but I want my yellow mustard.”

Silence.

“It has to be here!”

Silence.

No one is ever going to help me find my yellow mustard. The refrigerator has at least three other types of mustard I can choose from. I must confess, I am a mustard junkie. I prefer Boetje’s brown mustard for many sandwiches, but for a Maidrite at 4:50 p.m., I want yellow! Sigh.

I never did find the yellow mustard. Now, I must resign myself to cleaning my refrigerator realizing I really have no food, but a helluva lot of condiments. Ugh!

inside the cramped recesses
boxes of mushrooms loom
cartons of yogurt grow fungi inside, 
beside cartons of cottage cheese
too many leftovers linger like
chicken fingers
somewhere behind jellies, jams, vinegar, ketchup,
pickles, spaghetti, teriyaki, Worcestershire sauce, 
mayo jars, too,
a bottle of yellow mustard hides