I have a friend who does not like sandwiches. This is, I must admit, a concept my little brain cannot easily accommodate. That's akin to not liking soup, and he likes soup. He makes some of the best beef barley soup I've ever had. I told him one time that it was the best thing I'd had in my mouth in months. His response was that he wasn't quite sure how to take that, and I can understand. Given that he had not the week before kissed me, I suppose he thought I would have preferred him to his... meat.