I’m halfway through reading Wolves Eat Dogs (Simon & Schuster 2004), Martin Cruz Smith’s latest novel about Russian militia (police) detective Arkady Renko. This is the first novel to show us Renko in post-Communist Russia. (But don’t worry, he’s still the Lone Honest Man Serving a Corrupt System; it’s only that the form of the corruption has changed.)
Renko spends a good part of the book in the Ukraine, particularly in the radioactive, sparsely inhabited “Zone of Exclusion” around the Chernobyl nuclear power plant that melted down in 1986. At one point he’s invited to dinner by an old peasant couple who still live (illegally) in the same house they had before the accident. While feeding his pig, the peasant husband tells Renko, “Russians raise pigs for meat. Ukrainians raise pigs for fat.” I figured that must mean Ukranians like to fry things in hog-lard, or spread it on their bread in lieu of butter, or something. But in the next scene, Renko and other guests are at dinner, and one of the dishes on the table is a plate of salted fat. At one point, the hostess asks Renko, “Would you like a slice of fat?” He declines but does not appear to be surprised or disgusted.
Do Ukrainians really eat fat? As a dish on its own? I’ve never heard of such a thing in the cuisine of any culture.