Easter Sunday 1999: Getting Over Hamophobia

I don't know how to say this, but I have to admit that I have been very very hamophobic.

Now it's not like I have never eated ham. I have enjoyed slices of ham, and little ham cublets, and the beloved Roy Rogers Double-R-Bar Burger, featuring a slice of ham on a burger. Mmmm...

But I have never had a whole ham to deal with.

Before I went to London and after Tony returned from Warsaw, he brought me a canned Polish ham (purchased here, however, in the East Village). I have never dealt with that. As a Jew, I have had ham outside the house, but never dealt with it in my own home.

So, a month after I received this canned goodness, I brought it down to Tony's house. He promised to cook me a country-style ham dinner.

We rented The Vicar of Dibley, starring Dawn French, and had a lovely ham dinner. Boiled ham with boiled string beans and boiled potatoes.

Stay tuned for a lovely photo-essay that follow the porky goodness from it's gelatenous can to steaming plate.

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