Ham

Just the mere thought of a giant chunk of ham roasting in my oven waiting for me to slice through its plump, pink flesh makes me weak in the knees. But somehow this delicate adoration instantly turns into savage gluttony when the first morsel is placed in my salivating mouth eventually leaving me, clothed only in a pair of dingy boxers, clutching the carcass in my bare hands, gnawing relentlessly at whatever scraps of meat may remain entwined within the tangles of sinew and bone.

I LOVE HAM!