In my “celtic tigress” days I would have thought nothing of roasting a chicken, picking what meat I liked and then throwing away the carcass. It’s far from throwing away the carcass I was reared and my mother still makes her own stock from roast chicken which I now do as well.
If I’m careful 1 medium chicken will do us for 3 meals and if I have potatoes left over from dinner it also makes a batch of my potato scones.
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This morning we were out early. I needed more milk for the fridge and strong flour for breadmaking. On the way to the Supermarket I noticed some wild garlic nestled in between some shrubby and flowering daffodils. There isn’t so much growing there this year as last year somebody ripped almost the full amount up. I took only what I needed from 1 plant, even though there was more than one there. I didn’t take more than 1/3 to allow it to flourish again. There were some buds and I know more will flower over the coming weeks so I can take a little more in a few days time.