Good ol ham cooking!

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Update on The Great Ham Experiment!

Well, you will be glad to know that I didn't burn the house down trying to cook for Easter dinner. It was quite easy with clear directions and despite not having a gourmet's talent, I managed to cook the ham. It was touch and go there for a while, the directions calling for me to find a pan or something like it to place the ham in. My mother, to the rescue! She had a baking dish for me all cleaned and ready. I was then suppose to make a bath and gently place our little ham in. No doubt for it to relax and contemplate its exsistance. Then, the directions told me to cover the ham with a strange silver covering that used to better our tv signal. Unusual, I know. But, when in Rome... After I got over my shock of all this weird doings, I placed our bather in the oven. And, sooner than I expected, a perfectly cooked honey glazed ham with a good sweat exited. Mike carved it and placed it on the table to a gladden the hearts of those waiting stomachs.


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I am attempting today a most momentous and spectacular feat! I am doing something that I try to avoid and going into the kitchen. Not only that, I am cooking! A honey glazed ham at that! Friends and family may be gasping and reaching for the smelling salts...

I have never professed to be a cook or to have anything resembling a cooking gene. My 'cooking' is usually something like putting chicken strips and fries on a baking sheet. Or at most, a homemade salad tossed a la J'aime! Though, in fact, there are those who think that it would be better for mankind if I never touched a dicing knife. I know it makes Mike nervous when I do take one in hand.

My history with the kitchen has produced some interesting results. Most recently, tried to do a chocolate fondue and managed to burn off the glaze on the fondue pot. When I was younger I also burned out the bottom of a pot trying to make popcorn. In grade 8, I scorched the walls of our kitchen trying to melt butter in a pan for a home education project. I got a few flames and promptly threw water onto it and turned the burning oil into a grease fire. You can imagine after that one, my parents forbid me to use the stove.

Which makes me wonder that I've decided to take on a ham. Not to say it's anything like a turkey, but this is a meat product. And, my experience with unooked meat is me usually at the computer shouting at Mike to tell me when I can breathe again. Yet now, I with a determinded heart and steeled nerves I put on my apron!

I'll let you know how it turns out...meanwhile I have emergency on speed dial!