broth in progress

Wouldn’t you say Thanksgiving Two is better than Thanksgiving One? I still spend all day in the kitchen, but mostly just making lovely stock and reading soup recipes and daydreaming.

This week my entire housekeeping list has been supplanted by Thanksgiving tasks. Procure roasting pan. Bike to grocery store. And just in the nick of time, too, the snow came the next night. There was also a sock related side quest which expanded to include mall bao and a quick check of all the Barnes & Noble promo tables. Just the essentials.

But now the chaos is over. The house smells like caramelized onions and turkey broth in progress, and I’m down in the furnace workshop with a cup of tea and a new blank MIDORI notebook, trying to steal an hour to get acquainted with it.

It’s an electric range so it’s not like I can set it and forget it. The stock, I mean. Or else I’m not very good at setting it. I’ll run up and check it every half hour or so. I swear if I take my eye off it, it’ll boil.