Easter meal

Motivated by my friend, Roanna, and Mona, I decided at the eleventh hour that I should cook Easter dinner for TTT. I compile a list of ingredients I needed which was simple because I copied Mona’s menu. Jory and I head out to the store and directly to the meat section.

Sadly because it was the Saturday before Easter, all the tiny hams were gone. Ten pounders were even difficult to find. Ten pounds was too much for me and TTT, but I had to make do with what they had. We walked to get in line and Jory complained about how heavy the ham he was carrying was. The ham was nearly eleven pounds.

“Now you know how I felt Easter 2005. Because you weighed about the same as the ham you’re carrying,” I told him.

“I was this heavy?” he inquired.

“Yes, you were and I had to carry you around all the time. So I think you can carry the ham to the front of the store.”

He looked at me in shock. He couldn’t believe how much he had once weighed. He thought that was so heavy. It was hard for me to remember that he was once that small.

We got to the front of the line and he put the ham on the conveyor belt. The cashier rung it up. Twenty-five dollars. Twenty-five dollars?!?! What happened to the eleven dollars? It was only eleven if you purchased twenty-five dollars worth of groceries. Are you kidding me?!

I don’t need any groceries except the ham. All those hams in the back were twenty-five dollars and up. What in the world? It’s a pig. A pig. Are people smoking crack? I went back to the meat section and asked the butcher if he could find me a smaller ham. He came out with a nine pound ham. Uh, thanks a lot dude. I asked if there was any way, he could cut the ham in half, but he said no.

I think I need to buy a pig, it’s gotta be cheaper than buying some ham from a grocery store. Plus, I could use the pig for math, science, health, and anatomy, all in one.