After serving a southern-style ham dinner to my paw in law one night, while caring for him so my maw in law could go on a trip, I asked him how he liked what I had made-- not my usual style of cooking, and I don't like ham myself. Crouched over his plate with his hunched up back and frail, spindly arms, fingers managing to spear the ham and swirl it in the creamed corn, he looked up from under his cowboy hat and said only, "He made a perfect world."

From ham to kosher dogs, and everything in between-- SOME things are obvious all on their own.

~S~