I remember helping my mother in the kitchen as a kid. She baked a fair amount, which — in the 1970s — meant that there was always a large can of vegetable shortening in the pantry. Seeing a can of Crisco always makes me think of my mom, and pie crusts, and sometimes biscuits.
That is, until today.
Because today, in a blogpost critiquing recent obituaries for singer-songwriter and poet Rod McKuen, I came across this:
And read this sentence:
In the 1970s, Crisco — a vegetable shortening — was practically synonymous with gay sex as gay men used Crisco as an anal lubricant.
I may never look at a biscuit the same way again.
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Or at Rod McKuen either, who — according to Gillian Frank’s discussion — was far more interesting and activist than I had ever realized. I feel like I should spend today listening to some of McKuen’s music, to make up for roping him into my own private Remembrance of Pie Crusts Past so soon after his death.
[Crisco image via]