My grandfather was a member of the Kiwanis club and one year got the wild hair (he was a chemist...) to save the sausage drippings from their pancake breakfast to make soap. He did, we ended up with these nasty colored bars of soap...yecch.
He worked right after WW2 for a soap/chemical company in Cincinnati (Fischer Chemical, no, not P&G) which was experimenting with detergents. My grandmother tells a funny story about him bringing a sample (for dishwashing) home which smelled like a public toilet but worked so well.
He worked right after WW2 for a soap/chemical company in Cincinnati (Fischer Chemical, no, not P&G) which was experimenting with detergents. My grandmother tells a funny story about him bringing a sample (for dishwashing) home which smelled like a public toilet but worked so well.