“The Hamloaf from Hell”…

I should probably preface this by saying that 9 times out of 10 an adult with small children to feed and a full-time job will appreciate any and all respite given in the food department. So if you, like my sister Kate, who has started a “Food Train” in her spare time, ( she cooks dinners for the next generation of worker bees in the family and they swing by after work and pick it up a completely cooked dinner for 4 or 6 and take it home to the little ones without having to cook!) can pretty much disregard this little trip down memory lane. But if you have ever faced the “leftovers from Hell” then you’ll know whereof I speak! This is a true tale about my Dad and his best intentions and creative abilities in the kitchen…otherwise known as…

The Hamloaf from Hell..

Once upon a time long ago there lived a wonderful Man who just loved a “great deal” at the local supermarkets. and one day he came upon hamloaf on sale and he asked the clerk behind the counter what’s my limit on this hamloaf at 58 cents a pound? and the clerk made the fatal mistake of telling Daddy Bill there was no limit. And thus my sisters and their children entered the rocky land of Hamloaf  Hell. It looks like this;


The first few evenings it was nice. Ham and potatoes. Breakfast ; Ham and eggs, lunch ham sandwiches, dinner Hamloaf casserole.

Then Ham Salad Sandwiches again.

Ham Leftover Parade

Then Ham and Noodles…

It was the Hamloaf that wouldn’t die. It seemed the more Dad cut off and served hidden among salad and casseroles the more the thing grew. It was as if the miracle of the loaves and the fishes was taking place each time the leftovers were placed in the refrigerator. I don’t know how in self-defense how my sisters ever got rid of the Hamloaf leftovers.

But I have my suspicions. And to this day my niece Helen is a Vegetarian…I look to the hamloaf for that… 

Pictures courtesy of Google Life Archive

2 responses to ““The Hamloaf from Hell”…

  1. 🙂 I laughed out loud!!!

  2. ’tis true, ’tis true my Sue…your Grandpa loved a good deal. It’s no wonder, with all those babies and grandbabies I’m sure he knew just as much about the loaves and the fishes as that other guy that liked to feed the multitudes…that’s how he came by that urge to feed people, it’s inherent in good guys.

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