Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Not a vegetarian
If I can wind our minds back to ancient history for a
moment, the day my housemate left to spend Christmas and
New Year's with his family in country South Australia he
gave me a Christmas gift: a leg of smoked ham. OK I spent
the Christmas break in a house by myself with four-and-a-half
kilograms of smoked ham.
If I can wind our minds back to ancient history for a
moment, the day my housemate left to spend Christmas and
New Year's with his family in country South Australia he
gave me a Christmas gift: a leg of smoked ham. OK I spent
the Christmas break in a house by myself with four-and-a-half
kilograms of smoked ham.
Four-and-a-half kilograms. What are you supposed to do?
It has been several weeks now since Christmas and I am still eating ham. Ham on toast for breakfast. Ham sandwiches for lunch. Ham in my noodles for dinner. Ham on Ritzes in front of West Wing DVDs before I go to bed.
“Hey guys,” I tell my friends, “come over to my place and we'll have ham.”
Ham béarnaise.
Trifle with ham.
Gin and tonic and ham.
Lobster Thermidor aux Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provençale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle paté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and ham.
Just between you and me — I think that's too much ham.
¶ 11:00 am
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I'll pass on the G&T with ham (prefer a slice of lemon, personally), but that lobster sounds awesome!
Oh that takes me back.
When I was a kids my dad used to get hampers galore from business associates. They were decadent, stupid things, especially cos we got so many. Inevitably we'd get MULTIPLE LEGS OF HAM.
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When I was a kids my dad used to get hampers galore from business associates. They were decadent, stupid things, especially cos we got so many. Inevitably we'd get MULTIPLE LEGS OF HAM.
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Have you considered starting up a radio show to talk about this? I think we all know what that would be called.
Lo! How I wish again that I were you, Harpo. I love Christmas ham and all its salty/jammy goodness.
We used to have Christmas Eve drinks at our house. One year I put out slices of Christmas ham with the dips/chips etc. That sucker was gone in five minutes, with people only pausing to exclaim "HAM! I LOVE HAM! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE HAM!" while chewing furiously.
However, Mr Fix tends to be a bit over it by the time I am (as you have) adding ham to smoothies and layer-cakes*.
* Pfft! Like I make layer-cakes. I do make a mean panna cotta, but it doesn't contain any ham and is therefore useless to you.
We used to have Christmas Eve drinks at our house. One year I put out slices of Christmas ham with the dips/chips etc. That sucker was gone in five minutes, with people only pausing to exclaim "HAM! I LOVE HAM! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE HAM!" while chewing furiously.
However, Mr Fix tends to be a bit over it by the time I am (as you have) adding ham to smoothies and layer-cakes*.
* Pfft! Like I make layer-cakes. I do make a mean panna cotta, but it doesn't contain any ham and is therefore useless to you.
Meva: lovely ham, wonderful ham. Nothing goes better with lobster than ham. I needed a change from ham yesterday so I had pork chops for dinner. I think I'll have some bacon and eggs for my Saturday Treat Breakfast tomorrow.
TB: Marcy must be stopped. How good is the commentary! “A universe beyond gay.” “Yes, let's have these in brandy snifters. Let's just tip our heads back and let the chunks slide in.” Poetry.
Bonnie: as our resident ham overdose expert, what symptoms can I expect? I'm noticing general listlessness, peeling skin and a lack of appetite for ham.
IN Craig: you are trying to make me regret having spoken in favour of punning, aren't you. Not going to happen — keep up the good work.
Gigglewick: panna cotta and ham. The one thing I haven't tried. I am now obliged to tick that off my list. But I agree with you, the leg of ham was a fine Christmas treat if only for the first week.
TB: Marcy must be stopped. How good is the commentary! “A universe beyond gay.” “Yes, let's have these in brandy snifters. Let's just tip our heads back and let the chunks slide in.” Poetry.
Bonnie: as our resident ham overdose expert, what symptoms can I expect? I'm noticing general listlessness, peeling skin and a lack of appetite for ham.
IN Craig: you are trying to make me regret having spoken in favour of punning, aren't you. Not going to happen — keep up the good work.
Gigglewick: panna cotta and ham. The one thing I haven't tried. I am now obliged to tick that off my list. But I agree with you, the leg of ham was a fine Christmas treat if only for the first week.
Nope. After a great deal of experimentation I declare that Meva's suggestion is better. Gin and tonic and lemon is clearly the way to go.
But then, gin and HAM and lemon is an absolute cracker.
But I've followed your lead, Rebecca. The final scraps of the leg have gone to the trash and I want to see no more until next Christmas.
This blog is officially done with ham.
In fact, dammit, I'm going to close the comments on this thread. No more ham.
But then, gin and HAM and lemon is an absolute cracker.
But I've followed your lead, Rebecca. The final scraps of the leg have gone to the trash and I want to see no more until next Christmas.
This blog is officially done with ham.
In fact, dammit, I'm going to close the comments on this thread. No more ham.
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