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I am seven years old, standing in
my Grandma’s kitchen, attempting to calm my senses, which are being attacked by
the conflicting smells of mothballs and our Southern Maryland style holiday
supper spread. Standing in the cattle line to get my fill of our Christmas feast,
I spot something terrifying: stuffed ham. I stare curiously at the large pink
ham, marbled with dark green swirls and dotted with red flecks of chili pepper.
Echoes of my mother’s voice dance inside my head; “Do not touch the stuffed
ham. Whatever you do, steer clear of the stuffed ham. Not even a pinch; don’t
touch it.”
***
My
Mother baked her first stuffed ham in the winter of 1990 and made the tragic
mistake of placing it straight from the oven to the refrigerator. Little did
she know, she had broken a cardinal sin of meat preparation: never put anything
in the refrigerator that hasn’t come to room temperature. Traditionally, stuffed
ham is served cold and in an eager frenzy to enjoy her first homemade ham, she
attempted to rush the cooling process. My parents willingly helped themselves
to a midnight snack that winter evening and subsequently spent the next few
days recovering from a wicked bout of food poisoning. Poor old Dusty, the
family dog, even fell seriously ill from the pinch of ham that my parents fed
him on that winter evening. From that day forward, they vowed to never eat it
again and as a result, they bestowed a fear of stuffed ham upon my sister and me.
***
Nestled
between the Potomac and Patuxent rivers, St. Mary’s County is known for its
plethora of fresh seafood. Springtime tables in Southern Maryland are blessed
with bountiful helpings of fried rockfish and perch fillets. Summers are spent sitting
around a picnic table, drinking 10oz Bud Lights and crackin’ freshly steamed
blue crabs covered in Old Bay. When fall fades to winter, you will find local
folk standing around a table of hot scalded oysters, plucking open tightly
closed shells to find a hot and juicy surprise begging to be slurped up. With
that said, there is one meaty delicacy that no true Southern Maryland family
goes without during holiday celebrations year round: stuffed ham.
The
infamous Southern Maryland stuffed ham traces back to the docking of the Ark
and the Dove in St. Mary’s City. There is some debate as to who began the
stuffing of the ham tradition; some say that the recipe originated from the
slaves who worked tirelessly for the plantation owners in the area. After
killing hogs, a process still widely practice today that involves stunning,
scalding and butchering the animal, the plantation owners would take all the
best cuts of meat for themselves and leave the not-so-appetizing pieces for the
slaves. It is said that slaves took leftover pieces of the hog and used them by
creating a stuffing made of local greens. Kale, cabbage and watercress were the
most common greens used in the infamous stuffing. This process both stretched
and flavored the remnants the slaves were given. Other bluebloods argue that
the recipe originated from their homeland in England and was actually brought
over to Southern Maryland by their descendants on the Ark and the Dove.
Although, it should be noted, that there is little evidence to support this
theory; no one can find a similar recipe which features the same processes and
ingredients that are used in Southern Maryland.
Regardless
of the origins, this dish has become a traditional holiday food for Southern
Maryland inhabitants and continues to be passed down from generation to
generation. With any and arguably all tradition, controversy follows. Serious
debate divides the tight-knit community of St. Mary’s County when it comes to
stuffed ham; there is something comparable to a “Mason Dixon Line” of stuffed
ham. This geographical debate is centered on the type of greens used to prepare
the stuffing of the ham; the folk of north county prefer kale with little or no
cabbage and the folk of south county prefer cabbage with just a trace of kale. This
divide is not to be taken lightly; people will argue until they are blue in the
face for their version of stuffed ham. It should be noted that more kale than
cabbage yields a better looking and arguably better tasting ham. Can you tell
my origins?
***
Standing in the small, cramped
kitchen of Woodburns, my fifteen year old eyes are stunned by what I see. I
watch two little old ladies stand on milk crates and pound handfuls of dark
green stuffing into raw hams. These women can’t weigh one hundred pounds
soaking wet but they are packing a powerful punch to these hams. They slam a
ham down, fill it up with stuffing, tie it up, wrap it in cheese cloth and
throw it in a roasting pan. The sight of their system paralyzes me; they seriously
have ham stuffing down to a science.
As they begin to finish their
assembly line, the first ham is finally ready and the two old ladies take it
out of the steamer and tear themselves a generous hunk to taste. I stare at the
juicy, fragrant ham dripping with a deliciously green stuffing; it looks absolutely
delectable but I hear that echo of my mother again, “Not even a pinch. Don’t
touch it!” They offer me a piece and I can’t bring myself to refuse their
generosity. A burst of tangy, spicy flavor assaults my taste buds; I have never
had such a flavorful piece of meat in my life. A perfect balance between sweet
and sour; the stuffing almost reminds me of a homemade pickle in summertime. I
cannot believe I have been missing out on this all of my life.
***
Preparing
stuffed ham is extremely labor intensive; from de-boning to stuffing, this
delicacy takes a lot of elbow grease. Stuffed ham is traditionally wrapped in
cheese cloth and boiled in a large pot but some people wrap it in aluminum foil
and steam it in the oven. Regardless of the method of cooking, making a stuffed
ham can leave a home reeking of “ham juice” for days. It is a strong, almost
vinegary smell that seemingly penetrates any and everything it can. Many locals
have expressed that stuffing ham has become a lost art; they suggest that the
increase in production from the local grocery stores has eliminated the need
for people to make their own hams. Back in the mid 1900s, it was a family
affair to kill the hogs and then stuff hams. People gathered around their
kitchens and worked together as a family to treat the meat and prepare their
feasts. When local family grocery stores began mass marketing the hams in the
late 1900s, people could skip all the labor-intensive parts and just buy their
ham pre-cooked, stuffed and sliced, and ready to decorate the tables of their
festive feasts. Taking this route, natives can now have their local delicacy
without the blood, sweat, mess and smell of stuffing the hams themselves.
***
From that moment forward, my
irrational fear of dying a slow death from stuffed ham had finally ceased. I
woke up the next morning with no sign of illness; I had survived. Rushing to
the breakfast table, I told my parents that I had finally mustered up the
courage to try the infamous stuffed ham and they were delighted to see that I
was able to experience the local delicacy without falling ill. Finally, after
more than a decade, my parents decided to give stuffed ham a second try.
Although, this time my mother steered clear of the kitchen and we decided it
was the safest bet to buy our first family stuffed ham. So, last Christmas, we feasted without fear
and survived. Our communal experience of sharing this local delicacy left me
feeling heavy, not only from a full belly of spicy ham, but more so with a
desire to revive this lost art. I feel as if it is my responsibility as a
native to learn this tradition and carry it forward to my kin (that is, if I
ever find a mate…another story…).
Where do we begin?
Nanny’s Stuffed Ham recipe…
Stay tuned for the play-by-play of my first ham-stuffing adventure.
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I am seven years old, standing in
my Grandma’s kitchen, attempting to calm my senses, which are being attacked by
the conflicting smells of mothballs and our Southern Maryland style holiday
supper spread. Standing in the cattle line to get my fill of our Christmas feast,
I spot something terrifying: stuffed ham. I stare curiously at the large pink
ham, marbled with dark green swirls and dotted with red flecks of chili pepper.
Echoes of my mother’s voice dance inside my head; “Do not touch the stuffed
ham. Whatever you do, steer clear of the stuffed ham. Not even a pinch; don’t
touch it.”
***
My
Mother baked her first stuffed ham in the winter of 1990 and made the tragic
mistake of placing it straight from the oven to the refrigerator. Little did
she know, she had broken a cardinal sin of meat preparation: never put anything
in the refrigerator that hasn’t come to room temperature. Traditionally, stuffed
ham is served cold and in an eager frenzy to enjoy her first homemade ham, she
attempted to rush the cooling process. My parents willingly helped themselves
to a midnight snack that winter evening and subsequently spent the next few
days recovering from a wicked bout of food poisoning. Poor old Dusty, the
family dog, even fell seriously ill from the pinch of ham that my parents fed
him on that winter evening. From that day forward, they vowed to never eat it
again and as a result, they bestowed a fear of stuffed ham upon my sister and me.
***
Nestled
between the Potomac and Patuxent rivers, St. Mary’s County is known for its
plethora of fresh seafood. Springtime tables in Southern Maryland are blessed
with bountiful helpings of fried rockfish and perch fillets. Summers are spent sitting
around a picnic table, drinking 10oz Bud Lights and crackin’ freshly steamed
blue crabs covered in Old Bay. When fall fades to winter, you will find local
folk standing around a table of hot scalded oysters, plucking open tightly
closed shells to find a hot and juicy surprise begging to be slurped up. With
that said, there is one meaty delicacy that no true Southern Maryland family
goes without during holiday celebrations year round: stuffed ham.
The
infamous Southern Maryland stuffed ham traces back to the docking of the Ark
and the Dove in St. Mary’s City. There is some debate as to who began the
stuffing of the ham tradition; some say that the recipe originated from the
slaves who worked tirelessly for the plantation owners in the area. After
killing hogs, a process still widely practice today that involves stunning,
scalding and butchering the animal, the plantation owners would take all the
best cuts of meat for themselves and leave the not-so-appetizing pieces for the
slaves. It is said that slaves took leftover pieces of the hog and used them by
creating a stuffing made of local greens. Kale, cabbage and watercress were the
most common greens used in the infamous stuffing. This process both stretched
and flavored the remnants the slaves were given. Other bluebloods argue that
the recipe originated from their homeland in England and was actually brought
over to Southern Maryland by their descendants on the Ark and the Dove.
Although, it should be noted, that there is little evidence to support this
theory; no one can find a similar recipe which features the same processes and
ingredients that are used in Southern Maryland.
Regardless
of the origins, this dish has become a traditional holiday food for Southern
Maryland inhabitants and continues to be passed down from generation to
generation. With any and arguably all tradition, controversy follows. Serious
debate divides the tight-knit community of St. Mary’s County when it comes to
stuffed ham; there is something comparable to a “Mason Dixon Line” of stuffed
ham. This geographical debate is centered on the type of greens used to prepare
the stuffing of the ham; the folk of north county prefer kale with little or no
cabbage and the folk of south county prefer cabbage with just a trace of kale. This
divide is not to be taken lightly; people will argue until they are blue in the
face for their version of stuffed ham. It should be noted that more kale than
cabbage yields a better looking and arguably better tasting ham. Can you tell
my origins?
***
Standing in the small, cramped
kitchen of Woodburns, my fifteen year old eyes are stunned by what I see. I
watch two little old ladies stand on milk crates and pound handfuls of dark
green stuffing into raw hams. These women can’t weigh one hundred pounds
soaking wet but they are packing a powerful punch to these hams. They slam a
ham down, fill it up with stuffing, tie it up, wrap it in cheese cloth and
throw it in a roasting pan. The sight of their system paralyzes me; they seriously
have ham stuffing down to a science.
As they begin to finish their
assembly line, the first ham is finally ready and the two old ladies take it
out of the steamer and tear themselves a generous hunk to taste. I stare at the
juicy, fragrant ham dripping with a deliciously green stuffing; it looks absolutely
delectable but I hear that echo of my mother again, “Not even a pinch. Don’t
touch it!” They offer me a piece and I can’t bring myself to refuse their
generosity. A burst of tangy, spicy flavor assaults my taste buds; I have never
had such a flavorful piece of meat in my life. A perfect balance between sweet
and sour; the stuffing almost reminds me of a homemade pickle in summertime. I
cannot believe I have been missing out on this all of my life.
***
Preparing
stuffed ham is extremely labor intensive; from de-boning to stuffing, this
delicacy takes a lot of elbow grease. Stuffed ham is traditionally wrapped in
cheese cloth and boiled in a large pot but some people wrap it in aluminum foil
and steam it in the oven. Regardless of the method of cooking, making a stuffed
ham can leave a home reeking of “ham juice” for days. It is a strong, almost
vinegary smell that seemingly penetrates any and everything it can. Many locals
have expressed that stuffing ham has become a lost art; they suggest that the
increase in production from the local grocery stores has eliminated the need
for people to make their own hams. Back in the mid 1900s, it was a family
affair to kill the hogs and then stuff hams. People gathered around their
kitchens and worked together as a family to treat the meat and prepare their
feasts. When local family grocery stores began mass marketing the hams in the
late 1900s, people could skip all the labor-intensive parts and just buy their
ham pre-cooked, stuffed and sliced, and ready to decorate the tables of their
festive feasts. Taking this route, natives can now have their local delicacy
without the blood, sweat, mess and smell of stuffing the hams themselves.
***
From that moment forward, my
irrational fear of dying a slow death from stuffed ham had finally ceased. I
woke up the next morning with no sign of illness; I had survived. Rushing to
the breakfast table, I told my parents that I had finally mustered up the
courage to try the infamous stuffed ham and they were delighted to see that I
was able to experience the local delicacy without falling ill. Finally, after
more than a decade, my parents decided to give stuffed ham a second try.
Although, this time my mother steered clear of the kitchen and we decided it
was the safest bet to buy our first family stuffed ham. So, last Christmas, we feasted without fear
and survived. Our communal experience of sharing this local delicacy left me
feeling heavy, not only from a full belly of spicy ham, but more so with a
desire to revive this lost art. I feel as if it is my responsibility as a
native to learn this tradition and carry it forward to my kin (that is, if I
ever find a mate…another story…).
Where do we begin?
Nanny’s Stuffed Ham recipe…
Stay tuned for the play-by-play of my first ham-stuffing adventure.
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