My grandmother, RIP, was 85 years old... bedridden... having had several strokes.
Her favorite was fatback sandwich that she has been eating for 85 years.
The doctors said the fatback wasn’t good for her. 85 years old. On her death bed. Give her fatback sandwiches if she wants it, she earned it.
Not only that, but how bad could it be for her if it took 85 years to kill her??
My great-uncle died at age 93 after a long life serving as a Catholic priest, which included a stint in a Japanese internment camp during the war.
He picked up the habit of chewing tobacco while in the missions. When he died at 93 New York State listed “tobacco use” as a contributing cause of death on his death certificate.
Just had to have the statistic.
My grandmother once told me that if I didn’t cook with olive oil, be sure to take a tablespoon of it every day. This was before the benefits of olive oil appeared in the media. I never did that. I also never poured the pot liquor from cooking greens into a glass and drank it.