No one asked for this…

But here we are. All things ham and its drips

You only thought you liked ham…

Here’s a poem about ham… more of a story rather.

In kitchens warm with savory scent, Where culinary wonders are sent, There lies a ham, a glazed delight, With honeyed hues, a tempting sight.

From oven's embrace it emerges bold, Glistening in amber, a tale untold. Its essence dances, a sweetened charm, Wrapped in honey, a culinary balm.

With each slice cut, a symphony plays, Melodies of flavor in glaze's maze. Dripping with richness, a savory stream, A feast for senses, a chef's dream.

The ham drips slowly, a tantalizing tease, A journey of taste, a culinary breeze. Each drop a story, each drip a dance, In this gastronomic romance.

So let us savor this honeyed ham, And relish each drip, like a sacred psalm. For in its essence, we find delight, In honey glazed ham, our taste takes flight.

You know what’s better than ham? That’s right… nothing.

In the heart of a man lies a fondness for sweet meat that transcends mere culinary pleasure. It's a primal yearning, a primal urge, rooted in the depths of his being. The succulent tenderness of perfectly cooked ribs, the caramelized crust of a glazed ham, or the sticky sweetness of barbecued chicken evoke a passion that speaks to his soul. With each savory bite, he finds solace, comfort, and a connection to something primal and deeply satisfying. Sweet meat isn't just a dish; it's an expression of love, tradition, and an unwavering bond with the flavors that awaken his senses and stir his heart.

“It all started with a dream. To tell the world of ham, and it’s glory and dominion above all other meats. And here you are at the end of the journey filled with a joy you never knew you could have, and all from the humble, yet wonderfully glazed, ham.”

— Durn Turmpsurn