“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl
I stopped in my tracks when I saw these tubs of lard last week. I can’t tell you the last time I saw lard on grocery store shelves. It must have been back in the 70’s when Mamaw was still cooking with it. After I’d beaten my folks’ furniture into pieces (not kidding) with butter knives (not kidding) playing along to the band in my head (not kidding), Mamaw started giving me her lard buckets to play on. Most were plastic, so their sound wasn’t as abrasive as pots and pans, which, of course, I took advantage of when nothing else was available. I beat the tar out of every one of those lard buckets; the little ones, the big ones, the metal ones, the plastic ones. It didn’t matter what it was, I was determined to be a drummer. Lard helped me do that, and it eased the pain to my poor folk’s ears in the process. As a bonus it made food taste good. I have a fondness for lard, and I’m tickled to see it on the shelves again. Don’t judge.