This guy needs to get a life!
“I am probably the first and only person in the world who has devoted his life to mustard obsession, mustard fandom, mustard love.”Barry Levenson, Curator
National Mustard Museum, Middleton, Wisconsin
His museum, open for nearly 30 years, is awash in tones of yellow, its shelves stuffed with over 6,200 mustards from all 50 states and 90 countries, plus 500 old mustard tins and a slew of old mustard pots, ads, mustard-themed art, an all-mustard vending machine, and a children’s book Levenson wrote, called “Mustard on a Pickle.”
“I can blame it on the Boston Red Sox,” explains Levenson, wearing a yellow T-shirt that says, “Squeeze the Day, Carpe Dijon.” In 1986, he explains, the Red Sox were in the World Series and close to winning, but then they lost it all. “I was so depressed,” he recalls, and, unable to sleep, he got in his car and drove to an all-night supermarket, where he found himself in the condiment aisle, standing in front of the mustards.
“Suddenly, I heard a voice,” he recalls. “‘If you collect us, they will come.’”
Since the start of his obsession, he’s probably tasted about 3,000 different mustards from all over the world. But don’t ask him which is his favorite.
“It’s like asking, ‘Who’s your favorite child?’” Levenson says.
Also, he adds, “it depends on what I’m eating. It’s like, ‘What’s your favorite wine?’ Well, ‘What are you eating with it?’”
Levenson doesn’t care for ketchup.