It’s so easy to make pizza at home! Just follow these five steps:
After saying it so many times over the past few weeks, I’m so smitten with the word “roux” that it’s what I’d name my next cat. Though, “gumbo” is a top contender, too.
You’re not making stock, and if I know you, I’ve probably given you a hard time about it.
“Look, it’s easy!” I’ve said. “It’s trash, then it’s gold! You are going to thank me so hard.”
Generally you don’t agree with me.
This past Thanksgiving, I forced my brother to lug the turkey carcass home with him from the host’s house. I shoved it in a pot with whatever he had in the fridge that worked with it, covered it with water, and turned his kitchen into a sauna while we had more wine and watched Master of None. Long after the time I’d strained and bagged it, it was still pretty hot, but also really late. I shoved it all in the freezer and went to bed. The next morning, there were gallons of slushy turkey stock in his freezer, and my brother groaned. By now they’ve frozen, but he’s a little worried about having food around too long, so I’m guessing he’s thrown them all away. That’s too bad, because we smoked that turkey, and even though I was tipsy and stuffed and high on road tripping and friends, when I tasted it, that stock was something special.
Or maybe it was just bony vegetable water.