Lois Eats a Jamon Sandwich

After a nine year streak of vegetarianism, my mom broke down and ate one of my specialty jamon sandwiches for dinner.  Baguette, rubbed with garlic, tomato half squeezed onto each side, fruity Italian olive oil (I like it better than the Spanish) drizzled on.  Nothing but jamon iberico in between top and bottom.

It was more curiosity than anything else that got her to try it—if everyone was making such a fuss about it, she didn’t want to miss out.  I told Henrik—our pork guy at the market—that my vegetarian mother was thinking about eating some jamon, and he insisted I buy the best he had.  No arm twisting needed—I trust Henrik with my pork products.

I have to say, she didn’t rave.  Frankly, I don’t think she liked it very much.  But she did eat the whole thing.