Let me share this…on the Saturday night before Aunt Pug was planning that breakfast, Uncle Wink told me to follow him out to the barn to get the ham. I was bout 12 I guess. so I follow him out to the barn, and he pulls on this string that leads to a bare light bulb, and in the dusty dusk, he pulls out this machete looking thing.
Then he turns towards this big moldy looking lump hanging in the air,
and starts whacking mold off of it. Salt is falling to the ground with each whack.
What is that I asked.
That is your breakfast he said. Country ham.
I ain’t eating that.
He laughed, yes you will.
And I did. One of my favorite food memories.