Warning - this post does not contain a recipe. If you legitimately want a Christmas ham recipe, I suggest you look elsewhere. This is a about me, Christmas ham and a story that never gets old.
Two years ago, Matthew and I started contributing a ham to the extended-family dinner. Christmas is always extremely busy for Matthew and me between the increased work load at our respective jobs and travelling. Buying a ham and delivering it to my mother-in-law is practical way for us to contribute to the family celebration.
Honey Baked Ham starts mailing out their coupons right after Halloween. On glossy pages, impressive hams display ruffled spirals edged in a crystalized sugar glaze. My mother-in-law gave me two coupons - one for $5 off and one for 10% off. I took them both with me, just in case Honey Baked Ham would let me use them collectively.
Now obviously, you can't just walk up to Honey Baked Ham the day before Christmas and walk out with a ham. You have to call ahead and reserve your ham. Then you have to go wait in line with twenty people in Christmas sweaters.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Breaking From Taxes to Talk About Cooking
"If you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff." - from Ratatouille
My mom made breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'd do my algebra homework to the scent of bean soup and freshly baked bread. Our mac and cheese was always homemade. So naturally, by the time I moved out, I knew how to follow a recipe and make a meal. And it was when I was cooking for myself tht I really learned to cook.
My mom made breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'd do my algebra homework to the scent of bean soup and freshly baked bread. Our mac and cheese was always homemade. So naturally, by the time I moved out, I knew how to follow a recipe and make a meal. And it was when I was cooking for myself tht I really learned to cook.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
An Employee Engaged
If I could, I would blog about my job. When people hear what I do, they usually make some kind of polite, sick face that implies, "Poor you." But to tell the truth, I absolutely love my job. I am one of those obnoxious people that look forward to Monday mornings. I regal Matt with work stories at night while he is wearily removing his tie. I make a point of eating in the lunch room - not just to save money but because I enjoy conversing with my co-workers. And even on the most trying of days, people never fail to be people and give me a reason to smile.
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