As I finished the meal’s prayer the apple pie’s aroma was still visibly available via the steam which arose out of its golden-brown crust.  I then did the unthinkable.  Dessert was consumed first.  Yes, the ham was beckoning, quite loudly, but the melting homemade ice cream confirmed my decision.  Had I committed an act against the highest code of civility?  Faux pas or not, it was yummy.