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The second batch of stock is going.  But that might be it for the night.  I am not even sure I will be awake long enough for the first batch to cool enough to put in containers.  While it is cool enough for most things, the plastic containers seem to crinkle at the current temp, after giving it a goodly time to cool.  I... just don't like that.  I will wait longer, or until the morning.

I am filling bottles of water, for more pressure cooking tomorrow.  Only one batch, however.  Tripe will only cook once, to my mind.  The pork hocks might go a second round, but not the tripe.  It would become too loose, watery.  I like a good bite with my tripe.  I should be able to start that nearly first thing.  And, probably, both batches of chicken broth should be cool enough to put into containers, many of which will be frozen.  I have 32 and 16 ounce containers.  The smaller ones for drinking, the larger one for stews.

The pork hocks made this much darker than I had thought.  Though it does taste much more of chicken than pork, it is darker.  I may try a batch with just chicken feet.  I think they have enough gelatin and connective tissue to do the job.  Which is fine, at the start here, with pressure cooking stock, I am just playing around.  And, for my own purposes, it all works just fine.  Still, to be more... precise... traditional... which I do approve of... I may, as mentioned, go to purer forms of stock.

I have been too busy to consider my food today.  Though I think I know what I ate.  As well, I think I will have one more meal, kefir with fruit, sweetened... if with liquid sucralose.  That stuff works for me, mostly.  It is a joy, plain or with fruit, sweetened or not.  Along with the stocks, and soon other fermented vegetables and possibly fruits, I... think life will improve.  It has improved.  It's just... spring... is... a squishy time, and we are beginning to ease into it.

Every day it hits forty, absolutely no less if even on the dot, I will be airing the cave out.  The bad air might be a part of the problem.  And, today, I aired upstairs out as well.  Freaky thing?  With windows open, upstairs and down, and fans going... at forty or cooled ourside?  It was up to 61 F upstairs.  With everything closed, and the heat to 66 to 74, it is usually 57 F up there!  Very very strange.  Oh, I know, with the fan and everything closed, at 66 downstairs at night, it runs from 57 to 61 as well.  Still... very odd.  It's the stone, but how all it work, or for how long it would work, or how to work it exactly to the best outcomes... is another matter.  I would guess one could spend a lifetime sorting that out.

Well, I suppose, I...  Not quite yet, to bed.  I want to stay up just long enough to see the pressure cooker say it is off.  I will then unplug it, just in case.  I don't trust modern electronics these days.  Their fault, my fault, nobody's fault... it would be my problem.  Not thank you.  Ah!  That gives me time to enjoy a fruited kefir!  Blueberries, I believe.  Still, good night.  I won't be back tonight.  Sleep well.