This discussion of delightful, unhealthy food, reminds me of my dad. He craved an old favorite, family meal; sliced potatoes, deep-fried in melted lard. He, occasionally, fried for himself, a meal of them, as mom refused to do so.
His family members, would fry several pounds of bacon, save the grease, and throw the grease, rendered bacon, in the garbage. That beloved bacon grease, was kept in the icebox, and spread on toast, and sandwiches, and used to season all kinds of food of that era.
To my dad's distrain, My mom, was many years ahead of her time, was, one of the first health food advocates.
I never ate this on a regular basis, but would usually have it once or twice every two or three months for a special breakfast treat.
