What makes a Sea Ham a Sea Ham? Is it its texture? The motion of its ocean? Its bright and bold color palate? They say each Ham has a message. Well a message came to me at breakfast this morning and it said 'Look down.' When I looked down, I saw a most wondrous sight. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the gloriously made Americano coursing through my tired veins. What caused this masterful moment in time to exist? And why to me? Did others see what I saw? Surely not, b/c this odd assortment of mugs and plates and cutlery were removed from my stead only moments after this photo was procured. The Ham spoke and I listened.