Early last week, I stuck a large maple-cured ham from Chestnut Farms into the crockpot on Tuesday morning and let 'er rip for 8 hours until we arrived home from soccer practice that night. I tugged a few pieces off for dinner and the rest went into a big bowl in the fridge. For the rest of the week, anytime anyone asked for food, I directed them to the bowl of ham. Plenty of ham, kids. Just go grab some ham. I may have heated up some frozen edamame or made a half-hearted salad over the course of the week, but mostly, it was just ham. Dessert, you ask? Get a spoon and scrape some maple glaze off that ham! (For someone who was baking cake after cake, I sure was stingy with the sweets. I did save them some hermits, though.)
So I'd like to thank the pig that made last week's party preparations possible. Needless to say, the kids are happy things are back to normal again. Except for the day I came home with Brussels sprouts from Brigham Farm. It didn't take long for my younger son to yearn for the good old days of the ham bowl!