Muscle Relaxants need no additional condiments

It's painful for me to type right now. And I'm writing under the influence of a lovely muscle relaxant. Lovely, happy pills. I know that right now you're thinking "Condiment Grrl! What happened? Did you injure yourself trying to wrench the top off a hundred year old jar of caper relish?"

Alas, no.

I injured myself...uh...sleeping. Yes, last Thursday morning I awoke and stretched my arms over my head, and something bad happened in my shoulder. They don't know what to call it -- bursitis or tendonitis or something. But muscle relaxants make it all better....

In the meantime, I've been enjoying my new Greek thyme mustard and rediscovered my love of basic Dijon vinaigrette, especially when you liberally add shallots.

Okay, I am twitching and not in a good way. Keep wrenching those jars open for me!

Condiment Grrl