"Can I love my broth overnight?" dear daughter Emma asked me in a text message this evening after she put Grandma to bed. Emma had a pot of bones simmering on the stove.
"Oh, yes!" I thought to myself. "Love your broth overnight and every day! As long as it's grass fed bone broth, my dear!"
Then her question sparked a memory in my crazy head, and I had to go hunt down the old novelty song, Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight?
But I didn't tell Emma all that. I just texted back a laughing Emoji.
"Shut up," she said, which made me laugh harder. She had realized her mistake--that she had typed "love" instead of "leave". That doubled my fun.
Seriously, though, I don't know how to cook anymore without homemade bone broth. Give me some good long-simmered bone broth and some Red Boat fish sauce and some Coconut Aminos, and dang, I can make anything taste good.
My dad got hospitalized on Sunday, and on Monday when I was visiting him, I asked him what he had for lunch. He said he had some chicken and some carrots and some rice. Then he looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "That chicken didn't have any flavor. It didn't taste like yours."
And I just grinned like unto a Cheshire cat.