I Embrace Lard

 

Yes, this is a jar full of lard. Honest-to-goodness lard, from a farm. In this winter of my discontent, I am going with lard. Sauteing veggies in it, frying eggs in it, making cookies with it. Lard is what it is and is nothing else. Pure unto itself, white as the driven snow. Lard makes no apologies.  

Lard. It's what's for dinner.