When I bought the hanger steak for birthday dinner the other night, I also picked up two trotters. Pig feet. “Trotters” just sounds ridiculous. I bought two pigs feet (and a bit of the lower leg as well) and yesterday set them to simmer all day. And all night. I opened the lid this morning to find a deep dark DARK broth that smells like winter weather. I chose to make a pork broth to serve on what will be the hottest day of the year. Ugh.
I completely forgot about taking pictures. The good news is that this means I’ll have to do this all over again.
The plan for tonight is ramen; proper ramen or at least as close as I can get to it. Shockingly, I won’t be making my own noodles but only because I want an excuse to go back to Fubonn. I’m about to boil a couple of eggs and let them marinate all day, and then I’m off to the store. Pics of dinner tonight, and the entire process again once I see what needs to be changed. The best part so far is having started with cold water and 2 frozen pig feet and ending up with a liquid the color of creamy mahogany.