An ode to lard and all the old time cooking habits

[Anonymous]

Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

[Anonymous]

Are you drunk

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Are you drunk

I thought it was odd too.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

[Anonymous]

I love all the cooking things but I don’t really share your nostalgia for the “good old times” since I have plenty of family stories about how not good they actually were. (Unless you were super rich I guess. But that’s true wherever.)

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

Why? Why is it an odd thing to post about? Is it bcs you are not open minded to understand that people are different?
What a closed minded thing to post.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

Why? Why is it an odd thing to post about? Is it bcs you are not open minded to understand that people are different?
What a closed minded thing to post.

“Ode to” on a forum? Bless your heart.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

Why? Why is it an odd thing to post about? Is it bcs you are not open minded to understand that people are different?
What a closed minded thing to post.

“Ode to” on a forum? Bless your heart.

I suppose to each their own. Bless your condescending narrow mind.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

Why? Why is it an odd thing to post about? Is it bcs you are not open minded to understand that people are different?
What a closed minded thing to post.

“Ode to” on a forum? Bless your heart.

I suppose to each their own. Bless your condescending narrow mind.

Not unlike you.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes, you heard me right. When grandma's piggies were sunning and giving us awesome vitamin D. When Cod oil was a thing, and when I did not have to chug pill after pill of Vitamin D supplements. And check it out, lard (not the hydrogenated crap, the one we rendered on our own) is "healthier" less bad, than butter.
When my strawberries and cherries came from our garden and our trees. Or from the trees of farmers bringing it to our farmer's market in season. When I ate local cheese made by your neighbor. An ode to grandma making strudel on Sunday and our own roasted chicken(butchered that morning), first used to make our soup and stock.
Shelling peas and eating them that day, pickling your own veggies and making your own juice syrup and mixing it with water. Just an ode to all the goodies and oldies. I miss those times. I can never go back to them, most of us can't. I do not have the money to buy all of it from pasture practicing farms. I wish I did, but hey, for an immigrant from the country that no longer even exists, I am doing ok, all things considering.
And an ode to us, older and younger dcumers who remember and miss such simpler times.

I am from the country (South) and this is how my grandparents lived and ate too (minus the streudel). I get you OP.

It is sad to see that most have no idea what I wrote about. But, thanks for posting and knowing what I am talking about. There are few of us left! What was your "streudel?" Some yummy pie?

No, I know what you are talking about. It’s just an odd thing to post about.

Why? Why is it an odd thing to post about? Is it bcs you are not open minded to understand that people are different?
What a closed minded thing to post.

Very unlike me, but of course NPD like you can't recognize an honest repost, bcs you do not have an honest bone in your body. Nor do you have the capacity to think nice about anyone, hence posting on dcum when you have nothing to contribute except to stroke your ego. You know you are a pathetic, self loathing narcists. You come here, bcs you have nothing in your life.
You are so thin skinned, like any NPD, that you only feel good when you tear down others.
“Ode to” on a forum? Bless your heart.

I suppose to each their own. Bless your condescending narrow mind.

Not unlike you.

[Anonymous]

LOL. Narcissist can't recognize an honest post bcs she has no honest bone in her body.

[Anonymous]

Yes real lard is the key to delicious baked goods. Pound cake, rum cake, cookies. Crisco and butter do not taste the same.

[Anonymous]

Geez - people are mean. OP I often think about how just really 1 or 2 generations ago most of my dad's family lived on farms and grew most everything they ate. It is not an easy life, but there is a lot to be said for the eating part of it. Plus so much daily physical labor makes for hearty people. I wish I knew even 1/3 of what some of the women knew about cooking/gardening/raising livestock, etc.