Suddenly I felt the urge to go to the British Butcher in North Vancouver and buy a huge piece of raw gammon. Why? Because we had just bought a leek and Neil, through a sudden nostalgic yearning, started to describe with affection and longing the leek sauce his mum used to make to accompany boiled gammon or ham. A meal I remember fondly as a child was cold ham, chips and vinegar. The ham would have to be cold and cut from a joint which my mum had cooked herself, never, ever from a packet, (that would be reserved for sandwiches) and I've also spoken before of the huge pieces roasted in my dad's bread ovens, all glistening and crispy on the outside. So, you can clearly see that home cooked ham is a very cherished meal for both Neil and I and we quite happily paid $25 for a part of a beast to roast, (or in this case, simmer).
