(Via the Woodpile Report)
Growing up, I remember both of my grandmothers cooking with lard. Biscuits, pie crusts, fried chicken–all of these things required lard. You know something I don’t remember as a young kid? People with memory diseases like Alzheimer’s. I remember one person out of all the ones I knew. He was a nice old guy, who could remember the first World War but not where he lived. Folks in my grandmother’s very small town always made sure he got home safely.
It seems that lard, along with a lot of the other fats many of us of a certain age grew up with, got an undeservedly bad rep that is now being reviewed.
About damn time. Biscuits haven’t tasted right in years.