Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Live blogging the pig ear salad, pt. 3

I left the ears at a (very) low simmer while we went to piano lesson. The house did not burn down, but it is now permeated by a powerful, meaty fragrance that is not entirely nice.

Ears are cooling in their broth. 

Father's arrival imminent. Must go clean, set table, cook.


  1. This is great; I love living vicariously. Can't wait for the final outcome. As they say, "I'm all ears..."