You will never guess what is simmering away in the biggest heaviest pot on my stove; roasted chicken bones and skin along with over a dozen corn cobs sans the corn...oh, and fresh herbs. When it is finished and I have simmered every last drop of flavor from this concoction, I will have the best stock for any number of delicious dishes.
We are having overnight company and I plan to have three dishes for them to choose from because I fear one of them is picky. I remember taking her as a teenager to Lazarus' Chintz Room for lunch one day and she ordered soup. When it arrived she yelled I can't eat this there are weeds in there. Yes, I was pleased with that.
So they will choose beef stew, chicken and noodles, or corn chowder with bacon and cheese. I must say the large batch of corn chowder I made a day ago in hopes some would be left for lunch when they arrived, is gone! Success. I count that as a success, so I am brewing up another and the stock will be from the kettle that is simmering right now. It will, however, take a strong man to help me handle that big red pot. No way I can get the debris out of there alone without losing the stock and the use of my arms for three months. Believe me, I am just getting over a shoulder strain from that same red pot three months ago! It's a mean situation. Now I said they could choose but needless to say they will have it all served up in one meal or another until it is gone or until they leave and they might just have to take some with them when they head south east.
Simple salads will be served and hopefully, Nancy brings her orange cake, if not, looks like ice cream with fresh peaches for dessert.
I do have limits at this point in life.
