Rolling it over.

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I got everything completed.  And, when I was finished pulling bone and meat, separating what was kept and what was thrown, then organizing it all back and set on the burner, I cleaned everything up.  Well, everything I had used.  I will be splitting the bones and stock between two pots tomorrow, then running those until the evening.  Yeah, there was enough for two stock pots of stock.  I just realized... when the containers get here, the 8 and 16 ounce containers I ordered?  I have to wash all those first.  Bleh.  So be it.  I'll be good in stock for a hefty time.  Even so I would like to do chicken stock mid-month next month.  I like having both kings.  No, no vegetarian stock will be found in my larder.  For various reasons.  Though, if I could afford fish and seafood, I would start reserving the remnants for fish stock.

Quite a week and it isn't quite done.  A minor feast tomorrow is to be prepared.  No longpig, though meat pie is the order of the day.  *grins*  Still, I may be shy an ingredient or three, and in need of a visit to the grocer in any case.  I buy milk by the six-pack.  If only.  I suppose most can't handle six gallons.  Then again I would be more wrestling than not, such a thing, myself.  It's the idea, on some things, that counts.

Ah, the meat from the oxtail... I almost cooked it too long.  Next time shorter.  All good, live and learn.  Still, it reminds me of what my mother used to make, for beef and noodle.  While I can't have noodle, not egg wheat, or wheat really, I have some replacements which would be wonderful to try.  A bit of the broth, some cream, the beef, and those faux noodles.  If they are at least okay the rest will carry.  Not tomorrow, Saturday.  I'll give a full review on the noodles.  I have been told you have to wash them... until the fishy smell is gone.  Doesn't sound promising, but if a little woman can do it?  Not always.  One word.  Dilate.  Can't.  Won't.  End of thought processes.  Still, noodles?  Maybe.

Yeah, I can write.  I have time.  Waiting for the brew to come up to a boil, then a simmer, and then I have to check it for an half hour after I get it where I think I want it.  Bleh.  Still, I'll quit yammering.  Are your eyes bleeding yet?  At least it's not your ears.  Yeah... I talk almost his much.  Sometimes.  Later or good night.