Planning for Christmas dinner.
Green beans. Check.
Salad. Uh, well, it will be check, closer to the day, or we will have really nasty salad.
Pie of some ilk.
Ya know, I just once would like to have something like, oh, pheasant under glass, raddichio, and maybe gelato for a desert.
But I have a husband, and possibly Dad, that would look at it, and ask where the food is.
So. Ham it is.
(Eh, who knows, I might not like pheasant anyway...)