Everybody has a manifesto. The Unibomber had one, Thomas Jefferson had one (we call it the Declaration of Independence), and now I have one. For years I have been ranting against the evils of margarine, and all those other crappy imitation butters. How could synthetic solid vegetable fat be any "better" then good old regular animal fat? Turns out, thanks to the magic poison we now call trans-fat, they're actually worse. If you had stuck with butter all along, you'd probably be doing better, if only because you know butter is semi-evil to begin with. And it tastes better too. But I knew the truth didn't begin and end with butter. There was better, and its name war Lard. And for years I've been looking for the rationale that allows me to finally buy that tub I've been lusting for on the store shelf. And lo, my prayers were finally answered! And from this day forth, I shall stock both olive oil (which I love for the taste, the health stuff is a nice bonus) and lard. If you don't know what I'm talking foaming about, go to Friday August 12th New York Times Op-Ed section, and read the bottom article (or just follow the link). I am going to frame that bad boy, and revel in the truth! I've got a fever, and the only perscription is ... more lard!
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