culinary wins and losses
My culinary goal for the weekend was to get the Thanksgiving turkey carcass out of the fridge. So ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shalmestere made the beginnings of a stock (water, clove-studded onions, onion skins, celery leaves, carrots, stuff like that), I segregated the remains of the carcass into white, dark, and garbage, then threw the last of these into the stockpot and boiled for an hour or two. The house smelled heavenly.
Then I put the contents of the stockpot through a strainer, put the unctuous, delicious-smelling liquid back into the stockpot, and set it back on the stove to reduce some more.
Time passed.shalmestere came up the stairs saying "Do you smell something scorchy?" Now that she mentioned it, I did. I ran downstairs to the kitchen, looked in the stockpot, and saw not unctuous liquid but a souffle-like dome of brownish black. The lovely stock was clearly ruined. I turned it off and started adding water in hopes of at least soaking the stuff off and rescuing the pot. As I added water, the dome belched at me, let out a last gasp, and collapsed into the water.
Well, at least I salvaged the remaining meat. There's enough white meat for a couple of sandwiches, and lots of dark meat. And I completed a shopping trip for not only staples but the unusual ingredients necessary for this year's round of Christmas cookies.
Around 9:00 the light shower of rain that had been going on all afternoon became a light shower of snow -- the first of the year -- so we had hot chocolate. Which was not burnt. The snow isn't sticking to the wet ground yet, but car rooves are turning white.
shalmestere made the beginnings of a stock (water, clove-studded onions, onion skins, celery leaves, carrots, stuff like that), I segregated the remains of the carcass into white, dark, and garbage, then threw the last of these into the stockpot and boiled for an hour or two. The house smelled heavenly.Then I put the contents of the stockpot through a strainer, put the unctuous, delicious-smelling liquid back into the stockpot, and set it back on the stove to reduce some more.
Time passed.
shalmestere came up the stairs saying "Do you smell something scorchy?" Now that she mentioned it, I did. I ran downstairs to the kitchen, looked in the stockpot, and saw not unctuous liquid but a souffle-like dome of brownish black. The lovely stock was clearly ruined. I turned it off and started adding water in hopes of at least soaking the stuff off and rescuing the pot. As I added water, the dome belched at me, let out a last gasp, and collapsed into the water.Well, at least I salvaged the remaining meat. There's enough white meat for a couple of sandwiches, and lots of dark meat. And I completed a shopping trip for not only staples but the unusual ingredients necessary for this year's round of Christmas cookies.
Around 9:00 the light shower of rain that had been going on all afternoon became a light shower of snow -- the first of the year -- so we had hot chocolate. Which was not burnt. The snow isn't sticking to the wet ground yet, but car rooves are turning white.