My name is Sophy ... and I am an addict....
I first recognized that I have a problem when, upon arriving at the Madrid airport, I rushed off the airplane to buy a jamon iberico sandwich while half a saucisson sec sandwich, which I had purchased at the airport in Paris just a few hours before, waited in my purse. Final confirmation came when I asked, aloud, in the Madrid airport whether it would be possible to consume an entire leg of jamon iberico in the two days we would spend in Madrid. (The answer, apparently, was "no." So the following summer we went back to Spain--Barcelona, this time--where I consumed jamon iberico the way that locals consume ice cream.)
P.S. The jamon iberico now available here in the U.S. is rubbish.
