I’m so sick of ham. Sick and tired of ham. Ham sandwiches.
Hot ham and cheese. Dirty crockpot water ham. Yeah, you know what I’m talking
about. The ham that is at every seemingly respectable church, community, or
family event in the Midwest. It just sits in dirty water for 6 hours as people
grab stale buns and make sandwiches with it for.the.entire.party. Makes my skin
crawl just thinking about it.
I, on the other hand, have a much more refined palate and
choose to snarf down taco dip and lemon squares and bbq baked chips like my
life depends on it. But that's neither here nor there...
But, not every day holds such an occasion as the annual
church picnic or a second cousins graduation party. On those days there is no
dirty crockpot water ham (thank goodness). There’s just lunch.
