It's not the Christmas tree or the glowing lights on my house in December that makes it feel like the holidays. It's not the stockings hanging on the fireplace, or staying up late at night wrapping presents after the kids have gone to bed.I love those things and relish this time of year, but none of that brings back the memories of the Christmases I experienced as a child as much as one thing: The smell of hot lard.My grandmother was a fantastic cook. Although at age 86, she says she's [...]
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