Sheri claims she does not like ham.

Every time we eat a HoneyBaked ham, though, she says "I don't like ham, but I like this."

Today when she said it I asked her if maybe she likes ham, but she just doesn't like bad ham. When she thinks of ham she thinks of an overly salty dried out grisly piece of meat that has been left in a buffet chafing dish too long. She thought about it for a minute and then, I think, somewhat agreed.

She has had two whole (unusual for her) ham sandwiches since yesterday evening, and while we were out this afternoon she kept talking about getting home so she could make another sandwich. I guess she likes ham now.