Root Beer-Basted Ham

I didn't serve ham for Easter, since my Easter plans went rather awry.  So I baked the ham a few days later for Jeremy, his buddy Mitch, and their friend Anna who's now sharing lead vocals with Jeremy in their band. (For a sample of their music, go to this site: 90 Miles From Vegas.)

Feeding the band is a long-cherished tradition here, and it had been ages since I'd had the privilege.  Band members started focusing on school, schedules conflicted, kids moved up north ... they all grew up and life went on.  Jeremy still hung out with his friends, but it was much quieter and less festive.

Most parents cringe at the noise of band practice; and I admit, it has been a few years since Jeremy and his buddies played here ... either they got louder or I got older, preferably the former!  But I'd still rather have them tinkering around with grunge pedals and screeching guitars here, at my place, even if I often wonder when the neighbors will start banging on the door. (To their credit, they've complimented Jeremy on his music!)

I've missed having hungry kids to feed when they take a break from practice.  I've missed having ready guinea pigs who happily devour whatever I prepare for them.

I've missed having kids hanging out in my basement, playing music and following their dreams.


Root Beer-Basted Ham

1 2.5-ounce honey cured ham, boneless, sliced
1/2 cup root beer
1/4 cup barbecue sauce
1 tablespoon brown mustard
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper sauce
juice of 1 small orange

Preheat oven to 400F.  Place ham into an 8"x8" baking dish.

Place remaining ingredients into a small saucepan; bring to a boil and cook for 5 minutes.  Pour sauce over ham, cover dish with foil, and bake for 20 minutes.

Uncover, then baste ham with sauce; bake for 10 more minutes.  Baste again, then bake for 10 more minutes.

Serves 8.

"Now the Party's Over, I'm So Tired ...."

Well, I'm exhausted and wish I'd had enough sense to take today off from work to recover, but Jeremy's graduation party was TOO MUCH FUN!!!

Unfortunately, due to it also being First Communion and wedding and whatnot season -- not to mention the monsoon and flooding and tornado that hit Southeast Michigan on Saturday night (contributing an unwelcome 1" of water to my basement clutter, which will now have to be pitched by Jeremy and his buddies in exchange for pizza and sodas) -- not everyone we'd invited could attend. But we were thrilled to share our celebration with those who could, and hope they not only enjoyed themselves as much as we did but that they've recovered from their diabetic comas after indulging in our extensive (24 offerings, all homemade!) Dessert Buffet.

There was also a reunion concert of 90 Miles From Vegas -- Jeremy's band with friends Andrew (drums) and Jordan (bass), and a jam session with another friend, Doug, and his dad Fred. It was LOUD! But it was fabulous!!!



Anyway, I'll offer more details and recipes throughout the week, once I recover. But since today is Music Monday, I thought I'd also share a song from my very favorite group (other than Jeremy's band, of course!): Roxy Music. The title song from their last album together -- the original of which is still in my cluttered basement somewhere scratched but priceless, and hopefully not soggy -- starts with the line that I used for the title of today's post. Enjoy!!!