During my morning walks, I often come across several people sleeping on the street. It serves as a reminder that there are many struggles in life worse than having to eat mediocre food at the asylum. If I stop to reflect, it’s only sheer luck that has me living a very fine old lady life and not living on the street or being on a waitlist for Section 8 senior housing.
Toasty warm here today. SO, what was my big undertaking? Soup stock. I decided to make chicken stock. Tomorrow, when it will be hotter, I intend to turn the stock into chicken soup. This will clean out my fridge and freezer of scraps of this and that. The soup will go into the freezer and might be very welcome when I return home after a month-long adventure.
While on the subject of the kitchen.
Well, actually my kitchen counter already has a delightful grouping of dirty coffee cups. (They are all in the dishwasher now.)