Dad rocks

Your dad’s in a rock band. What is it called?

Mustard and Wasabi.

“Do you know what this needs?”

“Mustard” we chant like pupils answering a teacher’s question.

Dad eats mustard with anything. Bread, steaks, pickles, eggs, ham you name it. One of his dreams in life is to invent some sort of a desert served with mustard. Then there is wasabi…

“I’m eating and crying!” dad hums, his nostrils flaring with green wasabi heat, thick tears stumbling down his glowing face. This is one of the most common scenes from our Sunday lunches. And dad’s rhymes… But that’s another story…

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