What is it about soup stock—so blessedly simple to make, thrown together from an assortment of scraps and discards—that can make the house smell wonderful even before it gets down to the business of coming to a boil?
The aroma of soup stock: that's what is filling our house this morning. Both Warren and I were out working in the yard, doing some cleanup before the winter sets in harder, and the moment I walked through the door, the aroma wrapped around me.
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