Many meals ago, in a kitchen not so far away, an experienced cook, who shall remain nameless, made a novice mistake.
The Easter guest list had grown to a number that exceeded what she thought possible to feed from half a ham. So, fearing that someone would go hungry at her table (and probably report her to the food police), she bought a second half ham, the smallest she could find but still a hefty 8-pounder, that she intended to bake in the oven.
The predictable conundrum occurred: Her oven overfloweth with too much to bake properly. So she pleaded with a neighbor, two houses away, for the use of another oven (and thanked her good fortune that the neighbor always traveled on holidays). And then, for several hours, she ran back and forth between houses to assure that the extra ham would be properly cooked to feed those famished guests at her table.
You know what happened, of course. (And no, she did not drop the hot ham that she had to carry back to her kitchen.)
No one ate much ham. Maybe the cook had too many side dishes. Maybe the first ham was way too big. Maybe the family guest list, once filled with ravenous teens, had matured into daintier diners.
Whatever the reason (and it was very good ham, so that wasn't to blame, this unnamed cook would be quick to clarify), she had 8 full pounds of leftovers, which by anyone's standards is a lot.
So she did what she always does in the kitchen. She improvised. Chunks of ham were dropped into the mac-and-cheese, added to scrambled eggs, folded into hot dishes and baked into egg pies. She tossed Cobb salads, grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches and scalloped potatoes with you-know-what.
And, when the ham bone finally showed signs of becoming bare, she made soup — lots of it — thus concluding her unexpected road trip through the land of ham.