Listen up, everyone! I need help!
My wife picked the kids up at their swimming lessons this evening, and is taking them out to dinner.
If I was a normal person, I’d be ordering in pizza and sitting in front of the teevee. But on nights like this, I usually cook something for myself and have a quiet dinner, listening to music. A grilled steak and some fried potatoes (Chopin). Red beans and rice (Beau Jocque). Something my wife won’t eat. (My wife is Healthy. I overheard her saying to someone the other day “I don’t have any use for red meat any more.”)
So tonight I decided to fry a chicken, and make some butter beans with onions and red pepper. I was in the store picking up the chicken, and my eye lit upon a package of…lard.
The ordinary sauteing media in our house (the word “frying” is verboten) are olive oil and canola oil.
I’d heard of lard before. I’d always fried chicken (to my wife’s dismay) in shortening. But I’d read of people using lard to fry chicken, and beans, and other foodstuffs. It always seemed like it had happened on some other planet. I reached up and grabbed a box.
The chicken is cooked, in lard, and is now draining on brown paper bags. And I have the best part of a box of lard in the fridge.
Now I need the help of the Teeming Millions.
From the Southerners: Arguments that Lard is Good Food. Testimonials for lard. Poetry based on lard.
From the Yankees: Places to hide the lard. Light fixtures? A pit dug in the back garden? The back of the vegetable drawer?
From the Europeans and Californians and whatnot: Plausible excuses for buying the lard. “Honey, I thought you’d like to try making pie crust from it!” “I’ve heard it’s the best thing for greasing bicycles!”
Please help. The lard is now on the dairy shelf of the refrigerator, the side reading “Manteca” (most lard consumed in NYC is eaten by Hispanics) facing out. But she’s sure to notice it at some point.