I got to business the day of Christmas Eve and went to the store. Why is it that everyone else had the same idea? I think the entire town was shopping at that same exact moment.
My thought was to make a ham. I have never before attempted this and have always enjoyed my parents being the cooks, but they weren't here and I wasn't there so it was up to me.
No pressure or anything.
The selection of hams was completely picked over. There were maybe 5 enormous hams that could feed my entire neighborhood or there were small slices for those that wanted to take all the hassle out of cooking. I should have gone that route. Instead I opted for something in between, or what I thought was an in between option. It looked like the perfect size 'ham' to feed our family of 5 without having much leftovers.
I finished up my shopping and headed home to prepare dinner. When I got back, hubby looked at what I bought with a confused look on his face. He asked what we were having to eat. I told him he was holding it. He looked at the 'ham' and back at me and said, "Bacon?"
What? You've got to be kidding, right? I took a look at the label and sure enough it said Canadian Bacon.
For crying out loud. This is what I get for waiting until the last minute to prepare a dinner that should have been a bit more thought out. Ugh.
Our options were running out as was time. So we made the best of it and ate our bacon ham dinner along with other side dishes which included real mashed potatoes, sweet dressing, green bean casserole and dinner roles.
And this is why I have no confidence in my cooking skills.
Maybe I should have invited Jim Gaffigan over for dinner. He's a big bacon fan.