And you have to break the bones to make good broth, and well, I leave a little fat. (The more I look at this soup, the yuckier it's looking - but it did taste good.)
I'm going back to the area near the scene of the crime tomorrow. Gridlock - yep, gridlock - that's what I got a ticket for. I even got out of the intersection two nanoseconds after the light turned red and into the lane next to me. It was rush hour and, well, I just didn't really deserve this.