I was just catching up with a friend on the phone and she told me a funny story. A few years back her mom got her a smoked turkey for Christmas from a gourmet butcher shop. She is not a big meat eater, and especially does not like smoked meats. (Weirdo!) Afterwards she thanked her for it, but told her nicely about her likes and dislikes.

Next year what does her mom get her? A smoked ham. Same thanks, but explained that she feels bad because she will probably end up letting most of it spoil and will have to be thrown away.

The following year? Ten pounds of smoked bacon!

This year her mom told her to make sure she brings an ice chest when she comes. She is nervous.