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Today, my lunch involves sandwiches containing leftover ham[*] from the weekend's roast.
At the glazing stage, I realised that we had run out of maple syrup. And honey. And mustard. And pretty much anything else any sensible person would use as a glaze.
In the end I used bucksfizz marmalade and some generic creole seasoning. It's come out surprisingly well :)
[*] I went to buy a gammon joint, got excited because there were actually bacon joints available and bought one of them instead, cooked it and now it's ham. Pigs are confusing.
At the glazing stage, I realised that we had run out of maple syrup. And honey. And mustard. And pretty much anything else any sensible person would use as a glaze.
In the end I used bucksfizz marmalade and some generic creole seasoning. It's come out surprisingly well :)
[*] I went to buy a gammon joint, got excited because there were actually bacon joints available and bought one of them instead, cooked it and now it's ham. Pigs are confusing.
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Sugar for ham.
Honey for gammon.
Money for nothing.
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