A Good Broth feeds the soul. It is so much more than stock. It's the go-to for illness and fatigue. It's warmth and comfort. It's scraps and ends transmogrified into glory. Knowing that rubbish cures the common cold brings a smile to my face. Other people throw away chicken bones and soggy celery. I seize them like treasure. After hours bubbling away in the stock pot, I savor the expressions of those savoring the broth. I relish the assurances that I've created something amazing and healing. I boiled up bones! That was it. Nothing remarkable.
The Cottage now smells amazing. The scent lingers long into the night. I make stock often enough that from October to May, the house never quite loses the note. With any luck, this particular batch will comfort the colds the boys suffer with now.
