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"Loved and consumed by both my grandfathers. One put obscene amounts of pepper on it, the other preferred chopped onions. When I was in hospital many years ago, you could buy bread and dripping for 2p a slice in the hospital shop. It's good for you, don't you know. Funny how things change."

"Bread and dripping league, surely?"

"Thanks Coffee, I think we will scrape a dull 2-1 win Game of the day, newcastle v Sunderland Personally, looking forward to getting back to the bread and butter league next week"

Love dripping from any animal. I've been known to scrape of the fat beneath the grill and munch it on toast. Fat is the flavour of all meat. A good cottage pie should be made with 20% fat mince. Cheaper too.

I see side of Minge is being his usual cunty self!

On a Saturday I'd buy a tub of dripping from Saxby's Butcher in St. Albans. All that luvverly jelly in the bottom of the tub.

"I still eat it now tbh. Put the dripping in the pan and let it melt, add the bread and keep turning until it goes a bot crispy on one side. Add loads of pepper and if possible fry in the fat you cooked the bacon in."

COYI's old nan only fed him avocado on artisan sourdough toast.

I see Come On The Snob has graced us with his cսnt opinion‚Ķ..

"Loved it, but haven’t had it for years. My Mum and grandmother always made dripping from beef. I was also a Marmite kid, so often had bread, dripping and Marmite."

Never had it in my life. Disgusted at just the thought of it.

Food of the God's EOT Post Christmas Turkey dripping possibly the best IMO

As a young child I much enjoyed two of dripping toast.

Used to eat the stuff for supper after the roast beef we had for Sunday dinner.

"As A kid I remember my old man having bread and dripping every Sunday night for tea. Could never see the attraction myself but,,,,,,,I never lived through World War 2."

"Yep People who drink beer with a steak, let alone let the food go to waste on the plate, need Maoist re-education with a cricket bat. Up the arse."

"Takes me right back to my childhood/early teenage days delivering milk in the Chadwell Heath/Romford/Gidea Park areas in winter. Each weekend, my mother would provide me with absolute (Farmhouse loaf) doorstep sandwiches of the stuff for my mid-round break at about 11 o'clock; set me up nicely for the second half of the round (and, if we managed to cash up early enough, to cycle from the Romford United Dairies depot on London Road back to Chadwell Heath and catch the 86 bus to the Saturday game). I always remember a layer of oily liquid on top of the dripping proper that would never set, but had incredibly powerful flavour. Beef dripping was always the winner - we ""rotated"" Sunday lunch through beef, lamb, pork & (home reared/killed) chicken, but beef dripping doorsteps were always a favourite for me. I seem to recall Clarlks the butchers (Next to Kelsey's on Chadwell Heath high road) selling it in waxed cardboard containers, too."

"When I was a kid I used to love going to my East-End's Nan's for dinner and a bath every Friday night. She lived in a prefab with hot running water and we didn't. We had a tin bath and an outdoor toilet. She was a great cook. Bread and dripping, pigs trotters, pea and ham bone soup, ox tail soup. I used to love her food. It's only later I realised that we ate the food she could afford (barely). It really doesn't matter a fuck, I loved her food."

"I was a vegetarian for about 40 years until my consultant told me that I should eat chicken. It took over a year to make my mind up about it because there are few things that get a worse life, but when I did I saw an improvement in my arthritis. Now I eat it once a month and must say I love it. I think I have to eat it all and leave as little on the plate as possible and my very favourite thing is getting round the back of the breast and scooping out whatever I can, including the bits that taste (I imagine) like liver. I think I might have been a hyaena in a past life. I haven't eaten cow for 50 years but the idea that not anything, bones, skin, fat and of course meat gets wasted is a good thing. It is you, apex predator and paragon of animals who sit behind a fucking desk all day who goes to Hawksmoor, pushes his hardly eaten T-bone away so he can throw another beer down his throat that I could take a cricket bat to."

Always remember my Nan having it on Christmas morning. Never had it myself.

"Never tried it, but one of my favourite things to eat are the bits that get stuck to baking trays."

Beef dripping on toast lovely jubbly

Beef dripping on toast lovely jubbly

"Come to think of it. I remember when I was kid and chips were the default with every meal, there used to be a chip fryer on the hob. And it would solidify as it cooled down as it was either dripping or lard in there. My mum chucked it out in the eighties I think for health reasons - and safety as it would always catch fire too."

""" was also talking to a mate who originates from Salford who was bemoaning the state of fish and chips in the south and claimed beef dropping was the only thing to fry them in"" This ^ We should go back to animal fats in a chip shop. I had some chips up in Scarborough a couple of years ago which were cooked in dripping. Best chips ever."

"My old Nan lived on bread and beef dripping, she also fried her chips in it, you simply didn't get better chips."