Post by JohnBigBoots on Jul 18, 2006 20:48:19 GMT -5
In the true spirit of The Ramblecast, the debate is never over -- it just rambles on.
www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/chi-0607180235jul18,1,5882033.story?ctrack=1&cset=true
Reported in the Chicago Tribune on July 18. Here's the text because they tend to archive these things rather quickly:
MT. HOREB, Wis. -- Saw the sign while barreling along U.S. Highway 18 -- "Mustard Museum." Had to turn off and see.
Mustard Museum?
Color scheme -- yellow, of course. Even down to the highly buffed blond wood floor of the former hardware store. Officially, the Mt. Horeb Mustard Museum.
Entered the doorway at 100 W. Main St. into the commercial (rent-paying) half of the operation, where 450 to 500 types of mustard were on sale along with a full array of jokey T-shirts, caps, toilet seats, surgical scrubs, playing cards, sweatshirts and diplomas for Poupon U. (Nudge, nudge.)
Turned left and found the portion of the storefront set aside for the museum -- 4,678 mustards in the collection as well as hundreds of antique mustard pots, mustard ads ("It Burns Out Pain"), mustard plasters (long a medicinal remedy), mustard literature (Shakespeare: "What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?"), a human-size mustard bottle suit and other mustard memorabilia.
Lot of mustard here.
Met Barry Levenson, former assistant attorney general for the state of Wisconsin who left law in 1991 to turn his private collection of mustards into this museum. Expert in food law. Met his wife, Patti, at a mustard-tasting.
Told me he got into mustard collecting as a way to break through his depression over the Boston Red Sox loss in the 1986 World Series. Whatever works.
Said, "I want people to appreciate mustard."
Said, "I wanted to create something that was an escape from all the negative things people have to put up with in life."
Said the museum gets 30,000 to 40,000 visitors a year -- 3,000 of them on the first Saturday in August, National Mustard Day.
Showed off the museum's latest acquisition, a jar of tri-mustard from the Delafield Brewhaus in southeastern Wisconsin.
Time to get back on the road. But, first, a stop in the museum restroom.
The liquid soap on the sink? Inside an old yellow French's mustard bottle.
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preardon@tribune.com
www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/chi-0607180235jul18,1,5882033.story?ctrack=1&cset=true
Reported in the Chicago Tribune on July 18. Here's the text because they tend to archive these things rather quickly:
MT. HOREB, Wis. -- Saw the sign while barreling along U.S. Highway 18 -- "Mustard Museum." Had to turn off and see.
Mustard Museum?
Color scheme -- yellow, of course. Even down to the highly buffed blond wood floor of the former hardware store. Officially, the Mt. Horeb Mustard Museum.
Entered the doorway at 100 W. Main St. into the commercial (rent-paying) half of the operation, where 450 to 500 types of mustard were on sale along with a full array of jokey T-shirts, caps, toilet seats, surgical scrubs, playing cards, sweatshirts and diplomas for Poupon U. (Nudge, nudge.)
Turned left and found the portion of the storefront set aside for the museum -- 4,678 mustards in the collection as well as hundreds of antique mustard pots, mustard ads ("It Burns Out Pain"), mustard plasters (long a medicinal remedy), mustard literature (Shakespeare: "What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?"), a human-size mustard bottle suit and other mustard memorabilia.
Lot of mustard here.
Met Barry Levenson, former assistant attorney general for the state of Wisconsin who left law in 1991 to turn his private collection of mustards into this museum. Expert in food law. Met his wife, Patti, at a mustard-tasting.
Told me he got into mustard collecting as a way to break through his depression over the Boston Red Sox loss in the 1986 World Series. Whatever works.
Said, "I want people to appreciate mustard."
Said, "I wanted to create something that was an escape from all the negative things people have to put up with in life."
Said the museum gets 30,000 to 40,000 visitors a year -- 3,000 of them on the first Saturday in August, National Mustard Day.
Showed off the museum's latest acquisition, a jar of tri-mustard from the Delafield Brewhaus in southeastern Wisconsin.
Time to get back on the road. But, first, a stop in the museum restroom.
The liquid soap on the sink? Inside an old yellow French's mustard bottle.
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preardon@tribune.com
