Momma fixed ham-brr-grrs last night. I had a taste, and here is what I found:
Ham: It doesn't taste anything like ham.
Another thing, about Lazy Susan, who I still haven't found (although William and The Meezers said she was in the cupboard.) Momma says she spins around, while holding things. She must get powerful dizzy. (I really think Momma is awful confused.) She still hasn't been hauled off to jail, from removing the pillow tags, but I am keeping a watch, in the window.