Please Pass the Ham

On Friday I bought a leg of lamb for Easter Sunday. My plan was to grill it so I would have something to eat at the dinner my sister is hosting. Why would I bring my own food to meal that I was invited to? It’s because my sister is keeping the family tradition of severing ham on Easter. I hate ham. And I have always hated ham. In my family if you don’t like what’s being served there are no previsions made for you your expected to just tough it out. We're not running a restaurant you know.

When I lived on the west coast I wouldn’t come home for Easter. The first year I was back living in Massachusetts my mother hosted Easter dinner.

“Why are you just eating salad and rolls.?”

“I told you I don't like ham.”

“I know but I didn’t think you wouldn’t eat it.”

"Don’t worry I ate before I came.”

“Do you always have to be so difficult?

“Ugh!”

These are the only people I have ever met who would invite to their house for dinner then sever you something they know you don’t like.

After that conversation I stared to bring my own main course to dinner on Easter. It was an easy fix to a ridiculous problem. This year I was planning on the lamb. I really like lamb and so does my sister’s family. My mother on the other hand hates it, but she will have her ham, I will have my lamb everyone is happy.

This morning I took the lamb out of the freezer put it in the fridge to defrost and thought how tasty it would be on Sunday. I called my sister to make sure she had enough gas in her gas grill to cook the lamb.

“I already got a lamb”

“On Tuesday you told me we were having ham.”

“Not everybody likes ham, Scott.”

“Ugh!”