On my way home from work, I stopped at a local fancy schmancy grocery store to see if they had tallow. I ended up bonding with the butcher over the silliness of grass fed-only beef if you care about flavor (I've raised calves and know a little corn now and then means happy cattle and beautiful marbling). Then I bought a bunch of beef fat from him. I felt weird enough asking for it that I was glad my awkward self didn't squeak out an "I'm gonna render it and make soap!".
I barely made it out of there without completely embarassing myself, albeit teetering dangerously on the edge. I made it out of the store before embarassing myself, sure, but not home...
Well, I also bought a bunch of their amazing La Quercia prosciutto and couldn't wait the forty minute car ride home to have some of it. I barely made it to the car before I opened the package, mind racing with happy thoughts of the glorious, rosy meat sheets. I pulled out two of the paper thin goodness and, alas, had nowhere to put them while I wrapped up the package. Coat- too fuzzy. Mouth- don’t want to eat it all at once. Hmm. Steering wheel- it was practically begging me to have prosciutto hanging from it. Just as I had lovingly decorated my steering wheel with meat and tucked the package away, I look up to see a fancy-looking lady came out of the store.
Oh, please don’t be coming this way.
Oh, crap.
You parked right next to me, huh.
So there I was, meat-coated steering wheel out there for all the world to see and probably dashing the hopes of a brighter, better upcoming generation for this dear elderly fancy lady.
My momma would be so proud.
Moral of the story: If you ever feel awkward or like no one else is a weirdo, take heart. I guarantee everyone is a bit of one at one time or another.
Also, I'm going to post some recipes later in the month of how I rendered the suet and what I did with the tallow...
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