Ham

I love ham. Really. I could eat ham, and nothing but ham. I was pondering that fact this morning as I was eating my pre-ride [two inch thick] peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and looking to slip a bit of lunch meat to the cats. They love ham too, but I've had one of two kinds of ham for every lunch sandwich this week, so they will just have to settle for turkey breast.

Ham is definitely the finest and greatest of the lunchmeats. Parma, Virginia, Boiled, Pit, Honey, Prosciutto... it's great stuff, all of it.

The only lunchmeat that even comes close, is Capacolo.

Come to think of it, that probably counts as ham too.

The situation was best summed up by that great philosopher.

Mmmmmmmmmm.... Haaaammmmmmm.

Or, alternately:

Homer Simpson:		Marge, prepare the celebration ham.
Marge:		All we have left are the earthquake ham and the condolence ham.
Homer Simpson:		Marge, they're just hams. OK?

Yes, ham. It's the meat that keeps on giving.