weather | : | rainy | |
outside | : | 13°C | |
mood | : | ![]() | happy |
music | : | Cecilia Bartoli - Sposa Son Disprezzata (Vivaldi) |
I checked on the chicken stock every hour and a half or so, but I really didn't need to. After 6 hours, it all got strained through a cheese cloth. The bones were so soft, I just had bones, marrow, mushy onions and meat scraps for lunch =)
I put the soup stock back on the stove and threw in carrots, celery, a little garlic, 2 bay leaves. On the side, Husband Guy made whatever pasta he could find in the pantry which turned out to be macaroni. That doesn't go, does it? Ah, whatever. When the vegetables were soft enough, the rest of the chicken from last night went in and the macaroni went in as well.
*roll over* *sigh* Two very happy tummies here. =D