Not much happening the in the kitchen today. Hunkered down with the last of the chicken soup and tea spiked with tumeric, ginger, and lemon. All in an effort to kick what ails me.
It would seem that chicken soup is good for the soul. The cold could not last forever. The remedies seemed to blast whatever was left into the cosmos. Good riddance I say!
Now bereft of stock I find myself roasting a chicken in the few hours before bed. Tomorrow it will be turned into tacos, or teriyaki. That is TBD. I am certain that this time tomorrow night there will be more stock bubbling gently on the stove. Filling the house with the smell of garlic, green herbs, and simmering bones. There are big plans for herbed risottos and spring minestrones later this week. They come out best, with the most tantalizing texture when made with home made stock.