I was cleaning the fridge because of my upcoming absence. (After today I'll be in the house one day before March 3th — RadCon, a business trip to Denver, home one day, the South Carolina Book Festival, a business trip to Omaha, Potlatch, then home.) I had a chicken carcass and a good piece of a turkey quarter which had to go. Rather than chucking them, I cooked them down to stock. the_child liked the smell so much that we pulled off a daughter pot of the stock, threw in oregano, black pepper, salt and paprika, and some chopped onions and carrots. I fished a few pieces of meat out of the stock pot as well. So, homemade chicken-turkey soup. Churkey? At any rate, it made the house smell divine.
the_child and I also spent some time discussing music. She now has a much broader technical knowledge of the subject than I do. I played some favorites for her and we discussed their key, their tempo, the length of the notes, et cetera. The playlist for this little seminar was:
- Whiter Shade of Pale
- Don't Fear the Reaper
- Smoke on the Water
This morning is Valentine's Day, of course. lasirenadolce and I have both already attempted ambush tactics. Send your love to someone today, whatever that means to you.