My turn to be sick
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Whatever it is, I caught it. I woke up this morning with a sore throat and the fever hit around 10:00 this morning. Fun stuff.
I took this opportunity to thaw my chicken bones and toss them in the stockpot for homemade stock. This time I'm following the directions from the Joy of Cooking, wherein you put it all in the pot, cover it with cold water (the bones thawed in the pot of water while I went to the grocery store for onions, garlic, celery, et cetera, so I can't imagine it wasn't cold when I turned the stovetop on), simmer for 30 minutes while you incessantly skim scum off the top, and then add a quartered onion, roughly chopped celery and carrots, and a bouquet garni (parsley, thyme, and bay leaf tied in cheesecloth).
I come into my grocery store with the strangest requests. I try to space them out so that the associates don't recognize me and go "Oh, God, what does she want us to find THIS time?" Today I needed cheesecloth (which was by the laundry supplies instead of near the canning miscellania), last time I needed a pastry bag (fastest deviled eggs EVAR) and a few months before that I wanted miso. What can I say?
I decided to order my wedding cake from them. Its a Publix, and Publix has consistently high-quality bakeries in all their stores. The one my fiance and I frequent has the most awesome old lady selling the baked goods. She flirts with all the men, and she could sell snow in Antarctica. The first time I met her she positively fawned over Daniel, and since my mom and I always get our birthday cakes there, I decided that a wedding cake from them would be delightful.
So right now, my stock is cooking and should be done in another two hours or so. After that I'm going to strain it, cool it, and put half of it back on the stove to make chicken no-noodle soup. All my veggies are already chopped and the herbs are washed and ready to go, so all I have to do is dump it in the pan.