Fat

4138-rBckkL._SL500_SS115_.jpgI heard on the news recently that there is a big trend toward healthful eating which now includes whole fat milk. It made me think of my parents. They were like that poem from my childhood:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

His wife could eat no lean.

And so between them both, you see,

They licked the platter clean.

But it was my dad who loved the fat and my mom who feared it. And it was dad who lived to almost 100. When they were both in their 80's, I bought them a special pan for making meatloaf. The pan had two parts to it. The inner pan had holes so that any fat from the meatloaf would drain into the second pan. The assumption was that one would discard the drained fat. When I asked my father how it worked he reported that it worked perfectly. The fat drained out, they ate slices of the defatted meatloaf, and then used a slice of bread to sponge up the fat...and enjoyed it. I have long thought that the expression "marching to a different drummer" was created with my dad in mind.