Jamming, as I am, to get a ton of stuff done before the holiday break, I decided to skip lunch in lieu of a desk snack. Sitting quietly by my phone was a small pot of Uncle Pete's Sweet Hot Mustard. A run to the kitchen for some vending machine pretzels and we have a meal.
First the Feel-Good: Uncle Pete's is locally made by a family in which, at one time, there was an actual Uncle Pete. According to the jar: Uncle Pete was born in 1875 in Silver Lake, MN as a child of Polish Emigrants. He was known for his sense of humor and excellent mustard making skills. The kids now making his mustard are a Facebook savvy third generation working from a Rice, MN farm just north of St. Cloud.
Now for the Feel-So-Bad-It's-So Good: That stuff is wicked hot.
The first dip of the pretzel gave me the sweet and tangy side, almost a bit fruity on the back. The second dip rather hit me in the nasal passage with a Skidoosh! that was almost wasabi clean in nature while still carrying the mustard flavor. I hate using the word piquant, but there it is.
Finishing the bag of pretzels was like sweet, sweet torture. I couldn't stop. Now I have to swing by Clancey's or the Mississippi Market to pick up a new pot for my father-in-law who would love a good kick in the schnoz.