Smokenque,
I was reared eating Kentucky country shoulders (what you call salty ham). It is a complicated process of curing the hams and shoulders, back in the days before processing plants. Starting in December to March when the weather was cold enough to allow the processing, it started with killing the hogs, removing the hair, cutting the hog into pieces, rendering down the fat to lard and then curing the hams and shoulders. The cures were always secrets held by the matriarch of the family and required multiply applications and then smoking in the smoke house. I remember that the cures had brown sugar, white sugar, salt, spices and a ham cure that contained some nitrites or nitrates.
They placed a heavy string through the hock and hung them far enough away from walls and shelves that mice couldn't reach them and the smoke permeated the whole smokehouse. The hams and shoulders were then paper bagged, placed in a cotton net or cloth bag and hung again in the smokehouse. The hams and shoulders were ready to eat and was classified as a year old ham after it went through the June sweat, where fat would seep through the skin. A mold would soon form that was part of the cure. Relatives, all city folk, would be given a country ham, see the mold, and throw the ham in the garbage. The mold should have just been washed off with fresh water before boiling. We really did think city folks were dumb, some of my cousins didn't even know what caused baby animals.
You may have noticed above, I mentioned we ate the shoulders and that was because we sold the hams. During WWII we could sell hams and chickens to stores and restaurants without fooling with the ration stamps and the cured hams were more valuable. Our reward for all the hog processing was the tenderloins which had to be eaten before spoiling - no refrigerator, just a spring house. The rest of the hog would be made into sausage, cooked and cold packed (canned). My! My! Fried tenderloin, biscuits, wild blackberry jam, fried potatoes, and eggs for supper that night. It seemed like Mother's biscuits got larger as time has passed. They were about 2 ½ inches in diameter, but now I remember them as being 5 inches in diameter
and my wife and I have never made a biscuit as light and lofty.
Did I mention that I went to school the next day smelling like lard.
A hard life, however, my Dad had it worse than Mother and I, he was overseas and it was the neighbors and close-by farm relatives that helped us. Mother, in the beginning of the war, only had knowledge of raising flowers and I was eleven years old.
That life on the farm and raising tobacco as a youngster is the reason I decided that an education was a better way to go and even though I enjoyed the foods - have never looked back. Now for the place where we buy cured hams, which are mailed to us and is a Kentucky food business curing only Kentucky hams:
www.critchfieldmeats.com , but selling other meat products.
Smokemullet