Mustard Motherload

It came this morning at 8am. My parcel of Thomy mustard, courtesy of the parents.

I've never been so ashamedly in love with a particular brand of something until my dad bought a tube of Thomy mustard home from one of his business trips to Switzerland. I've tried a lot of the variants, and they're all lovely. Not the sharp, snort-inducing zap of English mustard, oh no. This mustard is sweet, flavourful with a little understated kick. Great on sausages, and pretty much anything that loves mustard. Nom.

When I went to Switzerland in February, I made the mistake of also discovering Thomy Tartare Sauce. It looks like every time my dad is in Switzerland he'll be loading up with tubes and tubes of loveliness for me until I can find the stuff in the UK!