A memory---when I was a kid (late 50's-early '60's) we didn't get ham very often and when we did Mom baked a big one that was supposed to last for several meals. You know, baked ham, ham with scalloped potatoes, fried ham, etc. However.............

Both my dad and I were "nightcrawlers" and when mom baked a ham we would often meet accidentially at the fridge at 2 AM. We would sit on the kitchen floor in our jammies (with the fridge door open and only the light from the fridge)and pull chunks of ham off with our fingers. Of course, we were all innocent the next day........I swear it tastes best eaten that way.