I met my great-however many greats-uncle Jessie when I was around 8 or 9 years old. He was a farmer. He and his wife were, at the time, 95, and worked their farm with their 60+ year old mentally challenged son.
They had bacon and sausage and eggs and grits cooked in bacon fat for breakfast every morning. Lunch was generally some kind of meat and vegetable cooked in bacon fat or lard (what’s the difference? I don’t know). Dinner was similar to lunch. This was basicly it, except on Sunday they went to church. Work, eat stuff my doctor would have a stroke about, a little home-made moonshine before bed.
I don’t know how much longer they lived, Uncle Jesse wasn’t very social and we didn’t live anywhere near – but, hey, 95 and still going strong!
On the other hand, my dad, his great-nephew (however many greats) died at 48 eating a somewhat healthier diet and teaching electronics.
Draw your own conclusions – and I don’t HAVE any bacon fat, darn it…
If this helps any…
I met my great-however many greats-uncle Jessie when I was around 8 or 9 years old. He was a farmer. He and his wife were, at the time, 95, and worked their farm with their 60+ year old mentally challenged son.
They had bacon and sausage and eggs and grits cooked in bacon fat for breakfast every morning. Lunch was generally some kind of meat and vegetable cooked in bacon fat or lard (what’s the difference? I don’t know). Dinner was similar to lunch. This was basicly it, except on Sunday they went to church. Work, eat stuff my doctor would have a stroke about, a little home-made moonshine before bed.
I don’t know how much longer they lived, Uncle Jesse wasn’t very social and we didn’t live anywhere near – but, hey, 95 and still going strong!
On the other hand, my dad, his great-nephew (however many greats) died at 48 eating a somewhat healthier diet and teaching electronics.
Draw your own conclusions – and I don’t HAVE any bacon fat, darn it…