I remember margarine and bacon grease. Drippings were all saved.
Not guilty pleasures but creek fishing all day alone or hunting squirrels, baseball in cotton uniforms, playing hockey with no helmet and junk equipment. Got a hand me down .270 at twelve as a gift, my uncle then allowed me to help handload for it. I remember mechanicing on my bicycle to keep it rolling and it needed to. It was my transportation for these things