A few weeks ago I rendered some duck fat. And then I rendered some pig fat. And it was good. Whenever you render fat, you’re left over with something we call “cracklin’.” It’s an automatically southern word. Don’t bother putting a proper -ing on the end of it, you’re wasting your time. It’s cracklin’. The first time I heard about cracklin’ was from a farmer named Frank Griffith in East […]

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