Ham.

I love ham. When I was a kid, we’d go out to eat at Goetz’s (now defunct) and I’d order the hamsteak with pineapple slice. Still, that’s my choice at any diner for dinner. I love it. I love ham and eggs. I buy shaved pit ham and eat it as a snack.

Ham is not a popular food among most Jews. My father’s family was very southern and, I suppose, that’s why we ate ham. My mother does not like ham. Not with a fox or in a box. Not in the rain or on a train. But she came from a kosher home and never acquired the taste.

At any rate, today the doorbell rang. It was UPS. With a big box from HoneyBaked Ham Company. This, in itself, is not funny.

BUT, the label said “HAPPY CHANUKAH from John Smith” (not his real name)…okay what is funnier than a ham as a Chanukah present?

PS: I opened the box and it was really a smoked turkey breast. Yum!