Nearly after 18 months his death, Michael Jackson is larger than life. His post death income is enough to wipe out his debts and leave a huge chunk of change to his children. For my birthday, Thing 1 created a CD for me with MJ’s “You Rock My World” (click on title to listen), a hit back in 2001 from the album “Invincible”. She also changed the music on my iPod. I had been listening to the same music at the gym for nearly two years – which might explain my sporadic attendance.
One of the things I had never heard before was the verbal exchange at the beginning of the song. MJ and a baby talking(?) Chris Tucker have a conversation in the beginning that is, frankly, just irritating. It ends with Chris Tucker saying “Jam on”. “Jam on” is a frequent phrase of the King of Pop and appears in more than one of his songs. What does it mean? According to Urbandictionary.com it means to “look forward, to thrive”. An alternate definition is to devour.
As you may know by now, jamon (ham) is one of Spain’s most treasured culinary treats. While Gwyneth Paltrow* would no sooner pop a piece of pork into her lovely maw than I would an oyster, Dovey, my Pilates instructor has to have a slice first thing in the morning. Just like actress Claudia Bassols. It’s a Spain thing.
Recently, my son Thing 2 was obsessed with jamon possession. “Next to Real Madrid, jamon is my favorite thing about Spain,” our piglet wheedled. Relenting, we let him trot across the street to the supermercado to purchase his leg of love.
Either hanging from the ceiling or sticking out of a grocery cart, there is nothing quite like a hoof to take the edge off. Like chickens hanging off the back of motorbike in China, this cultural quirk is part of the local charm. On past occasions, Thing 2 and I have seen gentlemen bagging their leftover leg and taking it into the store. We thought this was because they wanted to find the same kind of jamon and needed to compare hooves.
We were wrong.
The reason you take a ham bone back to the store is for the butcher to slice it into discs which one can then throw into a cocido or stew. It’s only taken me 15 months to figure that one out. We gave the big bone to the dog.
Next week Bananajo is flying in from Paris for Thanksgiving. Her husband, Sr. Bananajo, grew up in Madrid. Thing 2 has been jonesing for a new ham. This time I am insisting on a quality pata negra from the Museo de Jamon after a trek to the Plaza Mayor. After all, I have a discount card.
Finally, in an unrelated aside, we have given notice to our landlord to move. Too many bones to pick. It’s time to shake a leg ’cause this little piggy needs to go oui! oui! oui! all the way to a new home.
Question: Did I ham it up too much? I thought so but …. Jam on!
*Thing 1 was impressed with Gwynie’s Espanol featured in the last episode of Glee.