On Aug 30, 11:34*pm, Kathleen > wrote:
> Dear daughter and her boyfriend know Sunday dinner is generally worth
> showing up for and they weren't disappointed today. *I'd had a craving
> for baked ham. *Not one of these boneless, presliced things, either. *I
> wanted the real deal, served up in thick slices.
>
> Went to Dierbergs and they didn't have a single bone-in ham. *Not a butt
> or a shank to be found. *On to Schnucks, where we scored a butt-end
> Cook's bone-in ham, one of only two left in the case.
>
> Baked it up, adding a glaze of pineapple juice, brown sugar, a pinch of
> cloves and a liberal sprinkle of white pepper. *The menu was rounded out
> with a green salad, chilled pineapple chunks, sourdough bread and
> butter, and storeboughten potato salad, which the kids complained about
> as being inferior to homemade but which got eaten nevertheless.
>
> After supper we watched "Smokey and the Bandit", which none of the kids
> had ever seen before. *Which brought up the fact, somehow never
> mentioned before, that their dad owned a black and gold Firebird nearly
> identical to the TransAm featured in the film back when we were dating.
> * They were boggled.
>
> And while we watched, and reminisced about muscle cars, mullets and mini
> skirts, we ate chocolate pie, made by my daughter, who is evolving into
> a first-rate cook. *This stuff was incredibly decadent, especially made
> in a chocolate cookie crust. *She used Ree Drummond's recipe, found hehttp://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2...love_part_iv_d...

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