Yesterday night, with Patrick at rehearsal and chilly rain beating the windows, I gave myself over to one of my favorite autumn rituals. Yearly stock-making. It takes a lot, maybe ten quarts, to see us through the winter. I wrote about the process a year and a half ago, right here.
Two hours of simmering, and a rank of jars filled with tawny gold. Well worth it.
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Homemade stock is one of those things that just makes everything better, isn't it, and how pretty yours looks!
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