Barb bought some honeyed sliced ham at the deli in Walmart. For some reason, I always think it is honeyed
chicken. When I call it honeyed chicken,
Barb never knows what I am talking about.
Then she realizes I mean the honeyed ham and she corrects me. I guess I have confused her enough that now
she is even calling it honeyed chicken.
Anyway its best before date was today.
So we finished it off and don’t have to worry about the name problem
anymore.
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