Had this great-uncle, Walter. We spent summers at his and Aunt Pauline's cottage on the Connecticut bay.
Ever hear the phrase 'chewing the fat'? Sunday dinners (about 2pm) would usually be a big ham shank. After we ate, Uncle Walter would slice off a big ol' slab of that fat-with-skin and chew away. Lived to 87.
I'm a firm believer that it's not only what you put into your body, but what gets put into your head that determines your longrange health. My sister is a fatphobic-she tries to eliminate ALL fats from her diet. She's the most unhealthy, unhappy, stressed out bitch.....
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