My mother used to eat bread and dripping (basically frozen beef fat left over from the Sunday roast) but I never touched it because, you know, WWII ended before I was born.
In Montreal we had "gras de roti", which was essentially a little cupcake made of drippings from the grill, topped with lard. I never had one, but kind of regret missing the opportunity. What am I going to do with that extra year of life, anyway?
I can do without a lard sandwich, but this cawl stuff sounds pretty tasty.
My mother used to eat bread and dripping (basically frozen beef fat left over from the Sunday roast) but I never touched it because, you know, WWII ended before I was born.
Only if it's served out of a repurposed icecream truck.
I don't need no fancy foreign food. I got scrapple.
In Montreal we had "gras de roti", which was essentially a little cupcake made of drippings from the grill, topped with lard. I never had one, but kind of regret missing the opportunity. What am I going to do with that extra year of life, anyway?
Damn it, Balk: Now I'm craving one of these Fat Sandwiches RIGHT NOW and I'm nowhere near New Brunswick.