Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.
I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.
I ran out a few weeks ago.
The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.
Disclaimer: this is an attempt at some silly humour. If you’re [still] a snowflake and can’t take my attempt of describing a slice of life in a locked-down, metropolitan 🇨🇦 family, best piss off before leaving a passive aggressive comment. Sorry not sorry.
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The apocalyptic stash of Pringles is now officially gone.
I bought three cans and a few bags of chips before this all happened, and the boys have been out twice for supplies since we sequestered ourselves in our home in IDK, 14, 15 days now.
The chips are gone. All of them. 😶
I find myself facing a dilemma. It appears I no longer have a choice here.