For the next 12 days, Kudos and Kvetches is going to gather around the Festivus tree and air its grievances and assorted hot takes on all things seasonal and seasonal affective disorder-related. You’re welcome.
Let’s get to it.
Ham. If there is a worse meat, we have yet to process it through our intestinal tract.
Dry, bland and off-puttingly pink, ham is further reduced to garbage status with the inclusion of cloves. Don’t even get us started on cloves.
“But what about ham sandwiches?” some of you pork pariahs are probably saying.
Indeed, what about ham sandwiches.
Putting ham in a sandwich is like dressing a pedophile in a tuxedo. It might look nice and you can take it to a picnic or office Christmas party, but it’s rotten to the core.
Wham, bam, no thank you, ham.