My wife and I are currently reprising a scene from Forrest Gump but this time it has to do with ham…lotsa ham.
American plenty-and privilege- makes our current situation a recurring one. At Thanksgiving it’s turkey and at St. Patrick’s day its corned beef. We sit here reciting a litany of ham dishes in the hopes of handling a gargantuan amount of leftovers. I open with split pea and ham she responds with ham and eggs. ham croquettes are even mentioned. Bubba Gump has nothing on us and I think our list is longer than his homage to shrimp.
I am aware that I should be grateful for the plenty that many in the world do not enjoy but the prospect of the upcoming ham fest gives little comfort. I am thinking of exploring ham’s suitability as a building material. The comedian Lewis Black is credited with the opinion that, “You can never put too much pork in your mouth as far as I’m concerned.” I love Lewis Black but here is where we part ways. I am exploring a conversion to Judaism…an ancient and beautiful religion that also affords a particular form of salvation that I am very interested in these days.
I don’t want to be political here but I raise my clenched fist and cry OFF THE PIG !
Is it wrong to want a cheese sandwich…do I dare to eat a peach??
Memorial Day is coming. Burgers and dogs will save us.
Olio Folio 