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Still settling down to my new phone (spoiler: I like it). The is the very oldest picture on my camera roll: Charlotte in the snows of Rhode Island, 2005.

I hate Mondays. I mean, because Mondays. Duh.

Monday is also the day I clean the stovetop.

And boil down the chicken carcass from Sunday dinner. I hate this process. It smells, it’s slow and unpleasant – but it gives me two to four really great lunches in the week.

Inevitably, when the meat has cooled and I’m picking it off the bone, my chickens will come stand outside the kitchen window and peck around happily. They’re drawn to the window because they see me there and they’re hoping for a treat, but it makes me feel like the biggest of shits.

The cows used to do this on the little farm I grew up on. We’d be sitting there eating beef and they’d gather outside the dining room window eating hay. Only in this case, we really didn’t need to put cattle feed outside the dining room window. Honestly, Mother.

p.s. I know what you’re thinking. “She only cleans the stovetop once a week? Ewwwwww!


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: July 1, 2024, 9:28 pm

It’s good to be close with your livestock… I can envision a scenario in the not-too-distant future where we who are shambling along on a little plot of land like feudal serfs may be obliged to have our livestock in the abode with us to warm them and protect them.

Maybe things will turn out alright, though.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: July 1, 2024, 10:13 pm

We got a new glass top about a month ago.
It gets cleaned every damn time it gets used.

Ask me how I feel about it.

As far as carcass boiling goes…we make broth out of any chicken or turkey of carcass size.

Which gets used in chow mein, or smoked turkey leg soup or ham and vegetable chowder or, or, or

And when we pick carcasses the pomchees frolic around my feet because….sometimes I accidentally drop bits of meat that don’t pass size inspection

Comment from Pupster
Time: July 2, 2024, 3:15 pm

I only clean the stovetop when the fire alarm goes off.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 2, 2024, 5:32 pm

Once a week? Dang, that’s bordering on OCD.

I have the most terrific system for cleaning the stove top. Her name is Maria, she comes the first Friday of every month, and she’s a real wonder!

@Pupster — You’ve got a great real world system, too! Kudos.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: July 4, 2024, 12:13 am

If you don’t like the smell of a chicken carcass boiling down, you’re doing it all wrong! The carcass, carrots, celery, onions, bay leaf, a couple whole peppercorns. This is the smell of my childhood. Pure comfort…the anticipation of the meals to come…chicken salad, chicken/broccoli casserole, chicken pot pie, chicken soup…I could go on and on!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 4, 2024, 5:11 pm

So do you just throw away the vegetables when you go to pick the bones out…?

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