Right on Lrsky, and so is French's fine mustard, which is certainly not French to start with, but equally is not likely to be terribly much American, as 80% of world production of mustard seeds cometh from that fine Land North of the great 49th, which brought us the likes of Glen Gould, Briston, jet-liner feeding geese, and. . . Ms. Anderson.
Reality is that we live in a deeply interdependent world-wide economic system, where claims of national production autarchy are growing less and less meaningful and even relevant.