Boy, am I lucky.
And the house smells so good.
I concluded today that the smell of "yellow" is chicken stock — and it really helps if you have a two-story house, because you can go upstairs and get a real snootful of the delicious aroma.
I hate to think how many chicken carcasses I threw away in the past, after eating the insipid supermarket flesh off them. Well, maybe I was right to throw them away.
But this? Mmm. I wish I could take a picture of how good it smells.
Food styling by Martinelli Farms, All-Clad, Mt. Tamalpais watershed.
Lighting by Cranky.
Photography by me on a little kitchen stepladder. Cranky held me up with his spare hand.