Stock Pot
A scene from carer domesticity
It’s been something of a domestic day today, as I prepare a batch of food for Mum to eat in my absence. I’ve had a lot of succcess with soups, so I had a nice chicken stock simmering away as the sun slowly set down, orange light filtering over the field behind the house.
I never seem to get the time to really cook, and by “really cook” I mean from basic ingredients upwards, so a few hours just pottering around in a good-sized kitchen was bliss.
Slightly more detail than you normally get for a token photo post, I know, but I do like to share…
