I'm Too Tired To Hate.

Last Year, I Made A Refrigerator In My Basement. And I Needed To Because I Needed To Figure How - You Know There Is No Such Thing As 'cold.' There Is Only Less Heat.

I Would Have Bacteria And, Yeah, It Would Grow In What We Call The Danger Zone, Which Is Typically Between 40 And 140. But If I'm Getting Something Out Of My Refrigerator Where It's Been Basically Pretty Clean And I'm Putting It On My Counter, What Exactly Is Going To Happen In That Amount Of Time That Going Into A Hot Oven Isn't Going To Kill? Nothing.

I Am Firmly In The Lard Camp. It Must Be What We Call Leaf Lard, Which Is A Specific Kind Of Lard That Resides Around Certain Internal Organs In The Pig.

If You're Good With A Knife, You Don't Need Your Eyes.

I'm Going From Doing All Of The Work To Having To Delegate The Work - Which Is Almost Harder For Me Than Doing The Work Myself. I'm A Lousy Delegator, But I'm Learning.