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Together we did unwrap the bone-in ham butt that my husband selected at the grocery store and where I found him after I placed the lard in my basket. He was picking out the ham, like a man going to the smoke house would. I sliced off two slabs with the fillet knife my husband kept sharpened in the drawer for just such occasions and purchased at a yard sale this summer from preacher Ogle who married us. “Is it sharp,” he questioned as I sliced through the ham. Then we agreed it was very sharp.