"Solid Jelly"

I'm so chilled this year as we are going to our daughter's on Christmas Day and MrQ has chosen to play jazz at the British Legion on his birthday on Boxing Day, so I haven't any catering to do. 

I'm having some input though. We're getting the turkey from the farm in the village where we have been able to see the birds trotting happily. I always bash the bones of a roast chicken and simmer them for ages to make an unctuous stock to boost the turkey giblet gravy at Christmastime. My late mother-in-law, born 1901, was a wonderful cook. She used to call this "solid jelly".  The stock does set very satisfactorily and has an engaging wobble. We always liken it, when turned out of an appropriately-sized bowl, to a breast or breast implant. :) The Hemsley sisters are espousing the benefits of bone-broth - there's nothing new under the sun. In the circles in London in which my mother-in-law used to move this was known as Jewish penicillin. In the freezer it goes, ready to give that certain je ne sais quoi to the Christmas gravy.

Today's poem is Reluctance by Robert Frost. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53085/reluctance

Frost was upset that his fiancee Elinor White didn't want to marry him when his first poem was accepted for publication but to wait until after her own graduation. He thought she was in love with somebody else. They married on this day in 1895. Her father thought Frost was lazy and a poor prospect and refused to attend the wedding.