Stock Thoughts


I truly, truly believe that stock is perhaps the most underrated cooking necessity on earth.

This is sad, because stock is painfully simple to make:

1. Cook any kind of meat with bones (chicken, turkey, ham, whatever).
2. Put the bones, skin, and leftover bits of flesh in a pot. Cover with water. Cook on low heat for several hours. If you are lazy, or don’t have time, however, you can start on medium high heat until the water is getting hot (don’t boil), then turn the heat to low and cook for an hour or so. It’s still going to be better than canned.
3. Pour your stock through a collander.
4. Make sure a bowl is under collandar–nothing is more unpleasant than watching your stock go down the drain. (I know this from personal experience.)
5. Let stock cool, pour into 1-quart freezer containers and freeze.

When you want stock for your soup, just pop one of those containers in the microwave for five minutes to loosen, then add the stock when the recipe calls for it. Don’t worry–with the heat and all, it WILL MELT. Very quickly. So quickly that if you’re not careful, you’ll end up with incidents like the Cauliflower Disaster below.

You will make all your friends jealous.

And Sometimes We Have to Work

Coming up: Bacon, leek, and potato soup made with pheasant stock. Pictures of the Cauliflower Chronicles in Action. Pictures of me getting fired if I blog at work again.

For now, here’s what my cats are doing as I slave away to buy sushi-grade tuna and organic cream for their dining pleasure:

Irony, Roast Chicken, and the Inevitable Cat Photos

Well–after my rant on never using a recipe: I just put a chicken in the oven to roast. And I make roast chicken by following the recipe in Cooks Illustrated book, The Best Recipe, TO THE LETTER.

Although this is total non sequitur (or however you spell it) it is time to post photos of our cats. Just because it is.


Thelma and Louise are on the top (in so many ways), Catalina and Cleocatra on the bottom. Appropriately, you can’t really see Cleo here. Fred calls her the Shadow Cat. It’s no wonder, since Louise tends to smack her when she gets uppity. But the last photo shows what she looks like.

I think I’ve done enough damage for one day and in the process exposed my inability to do a simple photo cut and paste.