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Lol about head cheese! When i was a pup my dad found this awesome deadly German deli in upstate New York. I learned the special joys and agonies of actual german Bratwurst (not the vacu-pac pretenders from the groceries), real blood sausage that falls apart into a sort of carnal streusel in a pan full of smokin' hot butter, rreeaall Leberwurscht that was ambrosial when quick-fried and served on rye bread with broiled Swiss and that strange sweet sirenical East Austrian (Eastrian?) mustard.
And of course head cheese, those strange wondrous multicolored, multitextured, wood-grained cubes of flesh suspended in an ivory-white, water clear aspic that was essentially Wilbur-flavored Jell-O. I adored the stuff with its odd, evocative collections of textures - the meaty toothsome equivalents of water chestnut, corn on the cob, boiled carrot, freezer halvah, coconut and the odd raisinoid. A slice or two of Mystery Bread, a swipe of mayo and Universal Eastrian Condiment, some julienned onion, a still-drenched leaf of lettuce (wash before use, or risk worms!), surrounds enfolds seduces the head cheese into being a complete meal. Serve with Orange Nehi and Marlon Perkins. Aaahhh childhood. cn
addendum: This is God's mustard right here, in the characteristic squeeze tube.