After trimming the fat, why did you do with it?
He rendered it, mixed it with charcoal dust and just enough blood that he'd let from his forehead to make it viscous enough to write with. He then wrote angst-y poems with it.
Froze it.
Excellent. What do you plan to do with it?
Cook shit in it when butter is not appropriate.
Perhaps cube it and sear it, use it as a 'Poor Poet's Pancetta"