Holiday cooking the lard way

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Rendered leaf lard being canned.

By Tonia Moxley

CHRISTIANSBURG, Va. – Surely two 40-plus women enjoying a glass of red wine and some Trader Joe’s cocoa truffles late on a Saturday should not giggle so loudly. But the tinkling sound of two dozen canning jars full of hot, honey-yellow lard sealing themselves sent us into paroxysms.

“Oh, there went another one. And another one! He He!”

We were celebrating an afternoon spent reclaiming the self-sufficient heritage that since the 1950s has almost been lost. Despite the sneering of many who do not share our love of hill country food, we relished the day spent cubing and rendering about 30 pounds of white pork fat to put by for the winter, and to give at Christmas to a few select family and friends.

Moreover, I planned to make some Christmas pies with my share of the backwoods treasure. And the “cracklin’s,” which are the crunchy bits left after the rendering, would go into cornbread.

Some had already told me to keep my lard. Which at first made me chuckle, because I did enjoy the shock factor of saying, “Hey, you’re on the lard list!”

But after a while the condescension got to me. Rural foodways are still good for a sneer – even among the people who are their heirs.

Lard can be found in ethnic markets, especially Mexican grocery stores and even in some supermarkets in areas with immigrant populations. But leaf lard, prized for baking is hard to find. It comes from the soft fat around the kidneys and the loin of the pig, so has a neutral, non-piggy flavor.

It’s recommended by Chris Kimball, now of of Milk Street kitchen. In fact, Kimball had many years ago piqued my interest about leaf lard in a column he wrote for Cook’s Illustrated magazine. Because I could never find it in the grocery store, I hadn’t had a chance to experiment.

But upon meeting a butcher, he told me there was no market for it. Rather than going into flaky pies and crisping up fried chicken, the fat was sent out with the scraps to a protein recycling company.

I told my friend Ellen about it. Unlike me, her family had kept alive most of the old food ways, from shearing their own sheep to raising their own eggs. She too missed the flavor of perfectly fried potatoes and onions, and the flaky, moist pie crusts leaf lard yields.

I had never tasted this delicacy. My grandmother, like other women of her generation discarded most of the foodways of her Grayson County ancestors for frozen pie crusts and tubs of Crisco touted in magazines and on television. Her favorite pie was a boxed concoction called “Dream Whip.”

My mother went further, feeding me almost exclusively from boxes and cans. When I left home at 18, I swore I would never eat another serving of “instant” mashed potatoes.

Luckily, this prejudice against real food is easing, as urban chefs, food writers and young, urban foodies in their apartment kitchens are looking back to their great grandmothers’ pantry shelves for alternatives to what Michael Pollan others call “Frankenfood.”

According to a recent piece in “Food&Wine” magazine, lard contains just 40 percent saturated fat, compared with nearly 60 percent for butter. Its level of monounsaturated fat (the “good” fat) is 45 percent, double butter’s 23 or so percent. Because lard can be heated to higher temperatures than olive oil or butter, food fried in it absorbs much less fat.

On Sunday morning, I picked up each pint jar of lard, now turned a milky white. I peeked in the freezer at the gallon Ziploc bags full of cracklin’s. Then I turned back to my Christmas list, and, like Santa, marked which had been naughty, and which had been nice.

Originally published in The HillVille.