Hunter has been asking me to cook him a ham lately. Having never done this before, I called Nanny for play-by-play instructions. Armed with my list, I headed to Harris Teeter. After picking up a browning bag, an $8 bottle of ground cloves, and a number of other items I'm certain to never use again, I ventured over to the meat counter. There was a nice array of hams, but they looked to me like they had already been cooked, at least once. I asked the meat guy about this, who informed me that I must need a fresh ham--which they don't have. Hmmmmm.
So, I get home and call Nanny. Without calling me a moron, Nanny tells me I'm a moron: "I've never baked a fresh ham. I don't even know where you would get that. What are you thinking, Honey?" Hmmmm. I feel compelled to apologize to Hunter. "Son, I'm sorry but your mother is not smart enough to cook a ham for you."
Smart? No. Resourceful? Yes. I load the kids in the car and head to Nanny's. In no time, Hunter has his ham and all is right with the world.
Meanwhile, Daddy--who is unaware that Nanny has come through for us--decides to get us a fresh ham his way.