It was mouthwatering, perfect even. The ham I ate was perfectly glazed in brown sugar and pineapple juice. I always give credit to my Grampie when its due. He always seems to blow my mind with his culinary genius. Easter is a time for religion and such, but you can't go wrong with a good Easter dinner. My grandfather definitely did this correctly.
The Easter celebration was no where near what I expected it to be. I was pissed to see the awful Easter ham glazed in the same gross sauce it is every year. I have no idea what my Grampie was thinking when he was cooking this horrendous piece of meat. I will surely never attend another Easter party ever again. I hate Easter.
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