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desperanceSeveral are the pounds of pork back fat that I have sliced, derinded (deround?) and coarsely ground (grinded?):
(Look! It has a smeared halo of special effects! Praise the Lard, and pass the ammunition!)
Now I have set 'em all in the oven to render, and the rinds to crisp and pop:
(Look! A Diet of Worms! Truly is this day blessed with religious imagery...)
And now my own unfatty non-rindworthy back is aching badly, on account of effort and old hurts rewoken by poorly ergonomic workspace (grinder far too low, since you ask: horrid bending; I am too old to bend easily or well). I feel I have earned this beer, these ibuprofens, this sit in the sunshine with a book. (But poor Jack has just been captured! By the Americans! He is most cast down and low in his spirits...)
(Look! It has a smeared halo of special effects! Praise the Lard, and pass the ammunition!)
Now I have set 'em all in the oven to render, and the rinds to crisp and pop:
(Look! A Diet of Worms! Truly is this day blessed with religious imagery...)
And now my own unfatty non-rindworthy back is aching badly, on account of effort and old hurts rewoken by poorly ergonomic workspace (grinder far too low, since you ask: horrid bending; I am too old to bend easily or well). I feel I have earned this beer, these ibuprofens, this sit in the sunshine with a book. (But poor Jack has just been captured! By the Americans! He is most cast down and low in his spirits...)