If you didn’t experiment with cooking rabbit or gather around a splendid haunch of lamb this Easter, you probably invoked that most classic and welcome dinner guest, the glazed holiday ham.
Salty and magenta-hued, this magnificent bastion of porky resplendence is beloved not just for its initial holiday debut, but especially for the days and days of leftovers to follow.
This is a glorious and celebratory time, a time Jason and I exuberantly declare to be HAMFEST.
Nothing Says Romance Like Garlic
Who eats garlic pasta on a first date? It’s either a sign that you absolutely won’t be making out later, or that you are so comfortable with the person that you won’t even care that you both have toxic, anti-vampire garlic breath when the time comes.
I think it was the latter for me and Jason.
“Just go out with me once – if you don’t have a good time, I’ll never ask again.” Who can turn down a proposal like that?! It didn’t take much convincing, anyway. I could almost see my fate through the mist – I knew I wouldn’t say no. I knew I’d be saying yes for a long time.
Guess I was right.