I didn't see no Eddie Mush or Frankie Coffeecake so I figured it wasn't based on no Bronx Tale.
When I saw the title, I was thinking of something else entirely. Long ago, I knew a guy who lived in a little log cabin, way back in the woods, where he raised all his own food -- including a couple of pigs. He never wasted anything when he slaughtered a pig.Next to his cook stove, hanging on a nail, there was always a curly pig's tail -- at the base of which was a lump of fat. When he was cooking -- say eggs or pancakes -- he'd use the tail like a brush to grease his skillet, then hang it back on the nail.I can't say much for his hygiene, but it's hard to default his practicality.
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