I've never been a huge condiment fan. I always felt like condiments masked the flavor of a dish. To me, it implied that the food wasn't good enough to be eaten alone, which seemed plain silly. I often have debates with people about the merits of condiments. I'll end up feeling weird about my particularity, so I'll self-consciously throw some ketchup on a burger, regretting it on the first bite. I think it's really just the store-bought generic condiments that I tend to dislike the most. I find them to be boring and too vinegar-y.
Okay, enough with my condiment roast. The good news is that I've slowly warmed to certain kinds. Dave makes a great cultured ketchup recipe (which I hope to post eventually) that I'll gladly use for dipping fries. And I love making herby aioli from mayonnaise. Still, I held on for a long time to this idea that mustard was repugnant.
It wasn't until I ate at Saraveza, one of my favorite Portland restaurants, that I really fell for mustard. They make a habanero variety that is sweet, incredibly spicy, and so, so good. It pairs perfectly with the rich, slow-cooked beef pasty that I always order (and have attempted to mimic at home).
After my revelatory meal at Saraveza, I soon decided to try my hand at some homemade mustard. I opted out of making it with habanero peppers because I already had a spicy condiment on hand - an absolutely delicious habanero barbecue sauce made by the lovely Sarah Marshall.




