For Christmas, my friend Lesley gave me three...

For Christmas, my friend Lesley gave me three Brooklyn Flea foodstuffs I’d never have bought for myself, but that I’ve quietly coveted for a little while now: A bottle of Morris Kitchen Ginger Syrup, which I stirred into seltzer and topped with a lemon round this morning as a hangover remedy; rose jelly by someone named Auntie Lu, perfect for my borderline lunatic bread-making habit; and a jar of Tin mustard. The mustard is extremely delicious—mild, but with big plump mustard seeds, so that the texture is practically effervescent, kind of what I imagine caviar tastes like if I can recall the last time I ate caviar. I spread it on some toast, lowered a perfectly poached egg on top, and declared it dinner.