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Ann > wrote:

> >>
> > When I was a kid my mother always had a can of bacon grease on the
> > stove. And it wasn't an ordinary can. It was an aluminum cannister
> > with the words "Bacon Grease" embossed on it. She bought it at Sears.
> > Rotating wasn't necessary. More often that not she had to fry more
> > bacon because she ran out of grease. Ever had fresh corn cut off of
> > the cob and fried in bacon grease? Ever had a wilted lettuce salad
> > made of fresh romaine, sliced radishes, cherry tomatoes, thinly sliced
> > bell pepper and hot bacon grease poured over the whole thing before
> > tossing? I can't eat those things today, but they're burned into the
> > "good things" part of my memory.
>
>
> My Gramma would heat up a little bacon grease and then dip a slice of
> homemade bread in it for a treat. What a great memory from a good cook.
> I'd not dare give such a thing to my Grandson.
>
> Blessings,
> Ann

Fascinating... ;-)

My fondest memory of bacon grease cooking was camping in the boodocks in
Colorado with mom and dad.

Mom would get up early and put a drop line in the river for trout.
Then she'd get the campfire going.
She'd go back, pull out a trout and put it on a gill chain.
Go back, start the percolator for coffee,
go back, pull up another trout... etc.

She'd fry bacon over the campfire first in the cast iron skillet and by
the time that was done, she'd generally have 1/2 dozen fresh rainbow
trout. She'd clean those and fry them in bacon fat while putting the
bacon in a metal dish on one side of the fire to stay warm.

Last but not least, she'd fry some eggs (grease basted) in the remaining
bacon grease in the pan and serve up bacon, eggs and trout for breakfast.
We also had a campfire toaster for bread. One of those pyramid-shaped
folding ones.

Good stuff Maynard!

Oh btw, the bacon was often canned bacon. Kept better on camping trips
so was safer to use.
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