what is it in the mid-west where hucking the remains of a meal out the window seems like a good idea?
my in-laws live in mo. and have regaled me of tales of their neighbor "effie" who used to pitch remains of a meal out the dining room window into the yard for marauding animals to manage.
my dog-in-law (in mo.) gets out on occasion and comes home with a myriad set of self-help meals, including a frozen egg.
is it me? have i lived in the city too long? is this some dark ritual brought to america by our ancestors of which i have not yet been been blessed by knowledge or privilege? what the fuck?
Actually, the hurling of the bone at the conclusion of a ham-a-thon has little to do with resident wild animals or the desire to lessen the load upon the local landfill.
It is more accurately described as a primal release, a violent expulsion, a final attempt at controlling that which will not be controlled.
Thus is intense personal drama of a ham-o-rama.
So then, chato baby, do they have ham in California?
Is it me or is there something incongruent about a birkenstock shod Californian eating ham? I mean, what if Steinbeck had written "The Hams of Wrath" ?
According to an old copy of The Joy of Cooking...Someone once defined eternity as "A Ham and Two People". Based on your article (and my own personal experience) a ham and three people can feel like an eternity as well...
I think I need to throw out those last scraps of xmas ham haunting the fridge. They're starting to give me nightmares.
I like bacon, so much it reminds me of the old four food groups...caffeine, nicotine, alcohol and bacon...I quit smoking years ago, I am so ashamed. JW
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
OOOPS--sorry to post twice! Now it's three times. My computer was doing some weirdo thing so I thought it didn't post. Now I'll just sign out and shut up!
I love ham - usually for the first 3 days. Then I start to long for the days when I had a dog, and could 'accidentally' leave the remains a little too close to the edge of the counter.
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I thought of this all day yesterday while cooking the ham.
This is one of those days that I have absolutely no comment.
Glorious ham wrought complete. But Erin! A New Year's smack to you for "it's" abuse. I'm sorry. I can't help myself.
what is it in the mid-west where hucking the remains of a meal out the window seems like a good idea?
my in-laws live in mo. and have regaled me of tales of their neighbor "effie" who used to pitch remains of a meal out the dining room window into the yard for marauding animals to manage.
my dog-in-law (in mo.) gets out on occasion and comes home with a myriad set of self-help meals, including a frozen egg.
is it me? have i lived in the city too long? is this some dark ritual brought to america by our ancestors of which i have not yet been been blessed by knowledge or privilege? what the fuck?
Actually, the hurling of the bone at the conclusion of a ham-a-thon has little to do with resident wild animals or the desire to lessen the load upon the local landfill.
It is more accurately described as a primal release, a violent expulsion, a final attempt at controlling that which will not be controlled.
Thus is intense personal drama of a ham-o-rama.
So then, chato baby, do they have ham in California?
ah - the whole primal thing... check. props to the big e for connecting with that. not everyone can do that.
as for ham, yes - we do have it here. i had the best ham ever on christmas day last week. it rocked.
Is it me or is there something incongruent about a birkenstock shod Californian eating ham? I mean, what if Steinbeck had written "The Hams of Wrath" ?
According to an old copy of The Joy of Cooking...Someone once defined eternity as "A Ham and Two People". Based on your article (and my own personal experience) a ham and three people can feel like an eternity as well...
I think I need to throw out those last scraps of xmas ham haunting the fridge. They're starting to give me nightmares.
i realize that cookbooks may or may not be considered writing, but Erin O'Brien rainy day cooking?
Just a thought.
James
Ham by the damn kilogram is a scam!!
I like bacon, so much it reminds me of the old four food groups...caffeine, nicotine, alcohol and bacon...I quit smoking years ago, I am so ashamed. JW
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
I love this. I have some Buddhist vegan friends who eat ham on the sly. Bacon, actually. Sort of like the fruitetarians or breath-arians that are caught in McDonalds occasionally, inhaling everything in sight. But ham, yes. It has many incarnations . . .
OOOPS--sorry to post twice! Now it's three times. My computer was doing some weirdo thing so I thought it didn't post. Now I'll just sign out and shut up!
I love ham - usually for the first 3 days. Then I start to long for the days when I had a dog, and could 'accidentally' leave the remains a little too close to the edge of the counter.
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