It's expensive, ounce per ounce, and once I cut the fat off, there's just not much too it. I rarely buy it. Only when I'm thinking of my grandmother. She's the one that gave me the cedar chest. She was extremely cool...could do anything, was a fantastic cook...it's where I got my love of gardening and all that kind of thing.
My grandfather died when I was six years old. I remember sitting at their blue formica kitchen table (with the chrome trim, you know?) and drinking coffee with him. He used to pour it all creamy and sweet into a saucer and sit and drink it with me!
He also would pour up a shot of whiskey and sometimes he'd set it on the dining room table (the one my brother got) and walk off and forget about it. I'd run by and stick my finger in it, lick my finger, then run back by! LOL
Years after he died, years and years later, when I was old enough to drink, I got some whiskey and tasted it and remembered how it tasted dripping off my finger.
Getting the cedar chest has really got me reminiscing...