Just a memory, concerning Mustard that I’d like to share.
I grew up on a Iowa farm, During the oats harvest, my dad used the Threshing Machine, as a youngster in the early-mid fifties(5 years old) my job was to watch where the mustard seed came out of the machine. When it got a big enough pile, I was then required to scoop it into five gallon buckets. After harvest we then took the Mustard seed to a neighboring town, to the “Denison Mustard Company” (still in business). After a month or so, we would return and pick up a years worth of stone ground coarse mustard. Sort of a trade, they would keep the excess and we got free grinding and finished product…
I still like the coarse grind, over the yellow stuff…
Just a memory, concerning Mustard that I’d like to share.
I grew up on a Iowa farm, During the oats harvest, my dad used the Threshing Machine, as a youngster in the early-mid fifties(5 years old) my job was to watch where the mustard seed came out of the machine. When it got a big enough pile, I was then required to scoop it into five gallon buckets. After harvest we then took the Mustard seed to a neighboring town, to the “Denison Mustard Company” (still in business). After a month or so, we would return and pick up a years worth of stone ground coarse mustard. Sort of a trade, they would keep the excess and we got free grinding and finished product…
I still like the coarse grind, over the yellow stuff…
Brought up on Colman’s Mustard!
https://mustardmuseum.com/ if you’re ever in the Madison WI neck of the woods