It's a Cracker

All alone again at my Christmas do. Dave, my imaginary accountant, had been invited but couldn't make it due to:
a) being imaginary
b) having to go to Witney to watch Charlotte, his imaginary niece, in the school nativity play.

Despite my solitary disposition I still receive a cracker and ask the waitress to pull it with me (cue an influx of gags involving 'pulling a cracker'). She wins but is happy to let me have all the contents – the hat that's always just too small, the screwdriver that doubles up as a key ring and, of course, the joke.

But wait - no joke! And I'm not joking here. The first cracker I've ever had without a joke lurking in wait. Not on. However, instead of storming out of the pub in a huff, I view this as a challenge. I spend the whole time waiting for the starter making up my own cracker joke, and I am proud to present it here for the first time:

Q: How would you describe quickly finding a circular object in a cut of meat from Eastern Asia?
A: Like a ball in a China Chop