Whenever I make home-made ham I reach for my trusty ham press.
I do find that Pressing Ham can be such a rewarding activity.
It is quite old and was made in the East.
I call it Queen Victoria, Ham press of India.
(This post occured to me this morning when I was imagining Dave riding his bike in the rain. Soup of the day. Old Ham with Capon)
Apologies for this post. I've just taken leave of my Census.
9 comments:
I felt sure that 'pressing ham' was a euphemism. Then I followed the link. It wasn't what I had in mind.
You've ruined my day with all this visual stuff. Never bike riding again.
The internet is a strange and wonderful place.
This is all very hammy.
Sx
Dave: I'm pleased to hear it!
Rosie: I've been out on mine today
Z: Once in a blue moon...
Scarlet: It got past the Spam filter!
PS I've just tidied this blog up for the Spring
that'a what happens when there's a supermoon
...there's a big crack?
Sx
Hmm this new hobby might not be as ham-less as it looks...
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