I have a very good butcher locally who does hams on the bone. At a cost of course.
I bought some as a treat to have with egg and chips. "THIS IS NOT SANDWICH HAM!" says I.
The teeneager has just owned up to nicking some to add to her pasta - hmmphh. But that's ok, it's "dinner" ham not "sandwich ham".
Then she tells me that she turned her back and Delilah cat nicked a slice!!!! Aaaargh!!