lard

Julie grabbed a handful of lard out of the big can in the kitchen and rubbed it over blisters. "Now it won't burn so bad and probably won't even scar."

The blistered bottom gave me a good chance to lean forward at my desk that day and watch Clarence play with his little bugs, though.

We each had our own places at table, and we sat there for every meal. If one was absent, the chair was pushed up to the table.

Clarance splashed and sloshed the water in wash basin and came to the table with his red hair slick as clay mud and his round freckled face shining in the lamp light.