My farmer father with my brothers worked incredible hours to "put food on the table". Mom raised an immense garden to can and freeze. We ate well and were richly provided with food.
So
looking at the LARD and its happy people made me giggle. When a hog was
taken to slaughter and butcher, we had tidily wrapped frozen good stuff
in the freezer, and, as an added present, we had a new fresh 5 gallon
tin of white lard.
The
female ancestors of my family knew how to bake pies, oh boy, using lard
for the crust. BEST CRUST ever. Fried chicken could not be more crispy
and delicious except when fried in LARD.
So many stories about lard can be told, not all pleasant.
The journey continues with my hand. See the Dr. tomorrow. Please leave messages...your words are a bright spot in my day.




