I was close to picking it up and licking and gnawing at it.

Nowt wrong with that, however I'd probably have the dog growing in my lughole if I tried it. I am partial to a properly cooked osso bucco, you don't need marrow spoons, just use lobster picks to get every last shred of marrow out.

The bone of what?

veal, beef at a push

Just had it again.

My in laws suck the marrow out of bones after fabulous meals such as lamb shanks. Makes me gip.

It is the most fabulous stuff. Only had it for the first time in July. Am now utterly hooked.

What kind of childhood did you have?
We would eat anything and everything, apart from raw lard.
You were deprived by the sound of it.

The Big Bread Experiment just started on BBC2 Minty.
Right up your street.

I know that my mother used lard for chips, but don't recall anything special about her chips. The other day, when I mentioned dripping and lard, she suddenly burst forth with a memory about some form of bread and dripping. But I don't remember that myself at all. I don't think she made any pastry with lard either.

Perhaps this was more to do with the culture of not taking 'too much' pleasure in food that was a household mantra.



Saw bits of it while getting dinner after we'd got back from Paris. Quite interesting. Although I did wonder if it was a new series of The Vicar of Dibley at one point.