Next time you unwrap a packet of ham, you can now picture the whole journey: a pig, its powerful hind legs, a curing process that could involve smoke, salt, or sugar, and maybe even a barn in Tennessee. That’s not just lunch—that’s culinary history in a slice.
And if someone asks you “what do ham come from?” at a party (because you apparently hang out with weird people like me), you can drop this knowledge like a mic. Just don’t get too graphic about the pig’s knee. Save that for dessert.
Now go make a sandwich. You’ve earned it. Just maybe opt for the good mustard this time.