Romeo and Juliet, or “Ham and Daisy, a Love Story”
In June Carel and I went to Barcelona for MAAWG, he traveling from NL, me from the USA. We met there a few days early to spend some time together exploring this fabulous city, which we did. In the process, we discovered croquetas de jamon, which are croquettes made with the local ham, either Serrano or Iberico, which is the delicious Spanish take on the better-known Italian “prosciutto”. We absolutely fell in love with these scrumptious little bites, along with the various other ways of serving ham in Spain. Since then, “ham” has been a recurring theme in our relationship. Until recently, the dog was innocent of such decadent temptations…
…but then Carel came home with a ham, a couple weeks before Christmas. We put it in the laundry room, and closed the door. Thus began the Ham Saga. Every day she would go to Carel in his office, poke him in the elbow and moan and whine until he’d get up, then she’d lead him to the laundry room and poke the door with her nose, gazing expectantly at him. She did this several times a day every day, clearly thinking we were the stupidest humans ever created! How could we possibly fail to understand what she was telling us? THERE’S A HAM. A HAM!
At any rate, the stupid humans contrived to keep her away from the ham until the day we designated as “Christmas” (having spent the actual holiday with our families), when we opened the box it came in.
She was Very Interested!
Carel sliced some pieces of it.
…and finally, FINALLY!! <imagine triumphant flourish of music> ….Daisy got her ham.
I wish I could say “and then peace reigned across the land”, but it is not true. We put the ham outside for storage and we are now reminded regularly that THERE IS A HAM OUTSIDE. The remindings will continue until the ham is gone.