Comment by sparrish

My favorite lard story comes from my business partner. Every Sunday night the boarding school he attended in grade school would have an ice cream social. They always got the cheap ice cream from the local ice cream shop cause it tasted 'better'. One Sunday, they forgot to put the leftover ice cream away and by Monday morning, it still hadn't melted. When they asked the shop why, they were told is was mostly made of lard. They got the more expensive ice cream from then on.