Welcome to October
I have a confession to make. I eat bacon rind. I also scavenge for scraps of steak fat/pork chop rind/chicken skin (delete as appropriate) from friends’ and family’s plates. I’m the cook who will eat the fatty parson’s nose on the end of a roast chicken. Bread is nothing to me without a slab of salted butter (as thick as cheese) smeared over the top. I believe salad leaves are made immeasurably better when weighed down with a slick of grassy olive oil. Fat has always been, and always will be, my friend. It’s only recently, though, that fat has stopped getting such a bad press. We’re beginning to understand that, as part of a balanced diet, fat can be good for us. For mind, body and soul. And so this…