September 15th, 2008

foodporn

Cooking

Today, I made chicken stock. Not chicken soup, nor less chicken broth. I carefully measured chicken bones.

I blanched them in my smaller stock pot and then, rinsed clean, I put them in my larger one with 1.5 pounds of mirepoix (2 parts onions, one part each carrots and celery, in large dice) and a bouquet garni of parsley stems (I froze a leftover bunch in water, and added the lot), bay leaves and peppercorns, plus 1.5 gallons of cold water.

I brought this to a boil and down to a very slow simmer and let it sit for hours, and then poured it into deli containers (purchased, not leftover.) I think I was fairly ingenious about this: I took a quart deli container, and put it in the smaller stock pot. I put the cheesecloth lined strainer over the deli container, and used a saucepan as a ladle to pour the stock through the strainer into the container - any overflow neatly caught by the stockpot, to be returned to the big pot. I cooled these off in a cooler filled with ice and water.

I now have about 2 gallons of stock, some in quart containers and some in pint containers, and all golden and beautiful, and sitting in my freezer.

(I also have a pot of meat sauce - had to make dinner, too.)

I also have two pot roasts. I'm inching towards yomtov. Got pretty much all my guests in line now.
Mama Deb

In other developments

I think I'm getting old. Or growing up. I'm not sure which.

But instead of watching reruns or silly craftshows in the afternoons, I've been watching news. Deliberately. Okay, today that makes sense, and also the last couple of weeks, but I think I like it.

I'm scared. I thought that if you didn't grow up by 40, you never had to. And I'm almost 45.