A few years back, I hosted a spring brunch. I was nervous, so I cranked the oven to 400°F because I thought it would be faster. The ham came out looking like a sad, leather shoe. My friend Mark took one bite and said, “Did you buy this from a shoe store?” We laughed, but I learned my lesson. Now I’m the ham whisperer, and all because I set the dial to 325°F and kept my cool.
So next time you’re prepping for a holiday or a lazy Sunday supper, remember: 325°F is your jam. It’s reliable, it’s forgiving, and it lets that ham shine like the star it is. You’ve got this. Now go preheat, and maybe pour yourself a glass of something nice while the oven does the hard work.
