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Estragon Mustard

On top of all the literary bounty I receive from the British Isles, I also make sure my taste buds are catered for by sending stoic notes back from the colonies, pretending to put a brave face on the culinary desert in which I tell everyone I languish. Among my pretenses, that:

• No one has heard of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding
• Peanut butter, jam and squash are served with everything
• Pumpkin pie is the national dessert
• Nowhere can one buy kippers
• I yearn for Patum Peperium, as do I for blessèd Marmite

Today it paid dividends: wrapped in my favourite reading, "Aquarist and Pond keeper", this magnifique jar of Edmond Fallot's Moutarde Verte à l'Estragon - 'Au vinaigre, fabriquée à la meule de pierre.'

Yum - bangers 'n' mash, for sure, tonight!