After a very long simmering, the ham has been cooked, and as near as we can tell it has been cooked to perfection. I managed to haul the lobster pot we cooked it in (actually a tamale steamer, but basically the same construction) over to the sink (a very long trek, as it's a large kitchen), and then poured the water out of the pot. Der B was already drooling from the fragrance of the cooking liquid. We then plopped it into a large roasting pan, where it will cool, covered. But first der B snuck a piece of the ham for a taste, which he shared, and it is tasty indeed! Salty, of course, but it's supposed to be salty. This is not a ham you have in large chunks, but better is served in thin shavings as a condiment or side dish.
Frankly, my dears, I'm on the pooped side, but also on the happy side.