It’s curious how I can be so frugal and such a
complete glutton as well. I will go to almost comic lengths to save every drop
of water that comes out of the taps yet I can never seem to cook for less than
six people even though I live alone. Cooking small just doesn’t appeal to me in
the least so I almost always cook for my phantom family.
When I make stock—either chicken, fish, beef, or
pork—I like to make a lot as it takes the same time to make four liters of stock
as it does to make three times that much. No matter how big my stock pot is I
invariable surpass its limits and have liquid boiling over on to the top of my
stove so I am always thinking to buy an even bigger caldron. I doubt that the
size of the stock pot I use will keep me from over-filling it and having a
broth volcano erupt on my stove but knowing that doesn’t keep me from looking
for something even bigger than I have. "Something Even Bigger than I
Have" will be the title of my memoir.
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