There’s something my Gran used to say that has stuck with me through the years. She didn’t say it often, maybe only a handful of times, but that hasn’t stopped it sticking in my head ever since.
I would ask ‘what’s for tea, Gran?’.
And she would reply:
‘Ham, jam, and baalam.’
I was younger back then, weirdly, and my brain wasn’t as clever as it isn’t today, so I didn’t really know what Baalam was. I presumed some ancient biblical dish, for she was a devout Catholic, and it sound suitably exotic.
Obviously it was Lamb.
Said for a child.
Like Moo-Cow.
Once I worked this out, I decided that Ham, Jam, and Baalam would be quite a horrible meal for my tea.
And then last night, as I was turning off all the lights, I wondered what would be for my tea tomorrow.
Ham, Jam, and Baalam came the automatic reply of Gran’s voice inside my head.
And when I thought about it, I realised that ham with a nice dollop of good jam would be lovely. As would a rack of lamb glazed with some sort of fruity jelly. The two together might actually compliment one another.
I thought it would make an amazing blog if I cooked this dish, and took lots of photos of me enjoying it.
Then I realised that it would make no such thing.
So I found a picture of this instead.
