We had a very nice Christmas season. Jeremy and Ashley spent Christmas eve with her parents, and then we had planned to spend Christmas day at my sister's house in the middle of the state. The roads were bad in Dad's area, so we postponed the gathering until Sunday.
I had to scramble to come up with a last minute holiday dinner here. I knew we'd be having ham Sunday, but all I had that seemed "festive" was a ham. I figured we could have it twice in one week. Jeremy came downstairs as I was mixing up the hash brown potato casserole. He asked what we were having for dinner.
"We had ham yesterday at Ashley's," he said. "And, we had that kind of potato dish, too." So, we had ham Thursday, Christmas day.
Friday, we had leftovers of ham. Saturday, Jeremy and Ashley went to a party and the proud host had cooked (you guessed it), ham.
Sunday dawned fairly clear throughout the state and we were all able to make the trip to Nancy's. And, of course, we had ham! It was good, though, and we brought home leftovers which I ate for lunch the next few days.
If we are what we eat, ham I am!
Photo (L to R): Jeremy, Ashley, Nancy, Dad
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