Lard
Is there a more wonderful sounding word? The moment we got our pig back from slaughter, Bruce spent an entire day rendering this pot of pork fat. (All of it, by the way, leaf lard, taken from around the kidneys, the most delicate and prized kind of fat on the pig.)
Spent is a big word for his activity. He put the fat in a gigantic Staub pot, turned the flame as low as it would go, and left it alone for 7 hours. No joke.





















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