You weren't allowed to be a fussy eater in those days, the rule was, eat everything on your plate unless you'd got a note from your Mum, and no way was my mother ever going to write a note for anything, as an ex teacher she sang from the same hymn sheet as school. I just remember having to steel myself to wade through the grease. I think at home, we didn't get served a lot of fat ( I remember my mother scraping the butter on to the bread with the edge of the knife...and scraping any off again if she thought she'd overdone it, and a '2 biscuit maximum' rule) so my stomach rebelled at a sudden ingestion of fat. I could eat one now, though.