Mooning over my hammy

My grandmother lived in the Tidewater area of Virginia and one of my memories of visiting her was having salt-cured Virginia ham. She pronounced it with two syllables (hy-am) and my Dad's name (Charles) with one syllable. "Chawles, will you pass the hyam?" She was a real southern lady.

My dad went down to his hometown recently and (bless his heart) found a ham for me and sent it with my mother when she came to visit over the weekend. I am so excited about ham with my eggs at breakfast, ham & biscuits, ham in split pea soup... I feel like Bubba Gump and his shrimp. Hmmm ham and shrimp...