Me: Let me just say that "ham paste" sounds like something that should not have been invented.Her: Wash your mouth out! I'm going to have to send you some before you judge!
Me: Please do!
Her: Don't worry, I'll get you the good stuff, not tesco's own. I'm classy like that.
Tesco's Own. Like I know what the hell that is. And so, she sent me a jar of chicken and ham paste all the way from Liverpool. Not just "ham paste" that she was eating with chicken. Chicken and Ham paste. I didn't realize that was an all-inclusive item.
Princes Chicken and Ham Paste. Apparently it's the good stuff. I wasn't so sure.
According to Sarah, I should cover a slice of bread with butter, top with a layer of paste and enjoy. "It's like a poor man's pate.", she says. I wonder if that is part of their advertising slogan? It hardly sold me.
What it really reminded me of was wet cat food.
But we weren't scared. So I did what any good parent would do. I gave G-tot the first bite.
I was a little scared after that reaction. Let's see what JQ thought of it.
Oh man… I can't NOT try it. It traveled all that way for me. There was no way I was turning my back on it.
Actually it was pretty good. We all liked it. JQ is just a funny guy and likes to ham it up. So do I. Thanks Sarah.