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I do not wish to become a photo blog for a variety of reasons, including the importance of words to me, but my chicken carcass with vegetables and spices came out so peculiarly photogenic mid-soup-making that I wanted to share it. If my stovetop looked just a little more like a Symbolist void, I could try to convince people it was some kind of memento mori still life. Or, since we are going to get new soup out of it, perhaps a metaphor for renewal.
The soup is now boiling and doesn't look like much of anything, especially since I've clapped a lid on it for the next few hours.
The soup is now boiling and doesn't look like much of anything, especially since I've clapped a lid on it for the next few hours.
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The carcass was just divested of the last of its meat, which is being turned into barbecue pulled chicken as we speak. Bones went back in the pot for further simmering.