Back in 1978 I was at Officer Candidate School in Rhode Island. The school made sure that all of us who were staying over Thanksgiving vacation had a chance to have a holiday dinner with one of the school’s officers and I signed up for it. I don’t remember much about the meal except for one thing: instead of turkey, our hosts served ham.
Having been raised Seventh-day Adventist, I had never had pork products. But I was already throwing that upbringing behind me: I was reading books on evolution (gasp!) and had voluntarily joined the military (another no-no). I figured I might as well start throwing out the dietary restrictions too and took my first bite of ham.
It was soooooo good!
Since then I have had the occasional bit of ham on a sandwich and enjoyed it in dishes like soup or beans. But I had never fixed it; it seemed pointless when many of the people I cook for wouldn’t eat it. Yesterday, though, I had invited some friends over to celebrate a birthday. The birthday person said they really enjoyed ham and I decided to fix one. So I bought my very first ham from the local supermarket and heated it up on my Trager grill.
It was sooooo good!
Now I just have to figure out what to do with all the leftovers.