One of the things I picked up from my mother that helped make me the (obese) woman I am today is a profound appreciation of animal fat, both meat and dairy. Especially crisp fat, and top of that list is crisp pork fat.
I’m a serious and committed carnivore, but in most cases I’d rather not eat meat at all if it’s super lean. I seek out the steak with not only the most marbling, but the biggest strips of solid fat, then score or cut them so that the fat becomes crisp.
Chicken skin is heaven when it’s crisp. Genuine nirvana when it’s crisp because it’s been battered and fried. (I LOVE Popeyes spicy chicken wings hot from the fryer…YUM)
But there are soft fats I love too: corned beef fat, pastrami, ham. Lamb fat in Irish stew. (Love to take tiny fatty lamb chops and broil the hell out of them until they are almost like jerky… the smell is vile, though.)
Prime rib is all about the fat.
I do have limits, though. I ate an exquisite meal at the most amazing French restaurant in Vegas once, and I ordered a pork dish that actually exceeded my fat tolerance, which is extremely high. The ratio of soft fat to meat was probably 50/50 or more and that was over the line, especially since it was soft, not crisp.
I also can’t stand the very idea of fish fat, at least, not visible, separate, identifiable. Dispersed through the flesh is fine, but the visible stuff gets scraped away. Cuz I’m not a fish fan to start with and the idea of fat infused with fishiness is just disgusting.
The one saving grace in my love of fat is that even for a fat fan like me, it can overwhelm very quickly. So in the case of fried chicken wings, for instance, three is usually more than enough to satisfy my craving.
How do you feel about it?