SAMA HOOLE: A Sunday roast wearing a proud inch of fat, the runoff poured into a jar by the stove like treasure. Lard shovelled into the pastry by the fistful. Suet steamed into a pudding and served hot to children, lovingly, as a reward.

What were they thinking, your grandparents? The absolute state of it.

There they are, buttering the toast, then spreading dripping on top of the butter. Bacon and eggs swimming in yesterday's bacon fat, every morning, the bread posted into the pan afterwards to soak up whatever… pic.twitter.com/ZeLLu6QfQx

— Sama Hoole (@SamaHoole) July 26, 2026