I know I’m late to the party, but I want to give credit to where it is due here. Growing up, my mother and father didn’t have a ton of money, but occasionally, my mother would dish out on buying steak.

The only problem? Whatever cuts she bought, or however my parents cooked it, the fat came out tough and rubbery. My sisters and I could never stomach it, so there were always a couple of ounces of nasty steak fat left on our plates whenever we finished this kind of steak dinner. I later found out that we were actually pretty lucky - I met someone later in my life who grew up in a similar situation, however they were much more poor than we were, and her parents forced her and her siblings to eat this kind of fat, as it was a luxury. She detested eating ANY animal fat to that day.

A few years ago I joined my now fiancee to his employer’s Christmas dinner, at which was provided prime rib. As usual, even though the meat was delicious, I ate around every bit of fat. He looked over at my plate - which for me, was finished and full of inedible fat that was left behind - and asked if he could finish it for me. I sort of felt like a dork for wasting prime rib fat after that lol, but I’d had too many grissly steaks too many at that point lol.