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