![]() ![]() It was perfectly gelled and the color was beautiful. Now, this morning I got up and with excitement went to check it. It fit perfectly in a glass 7 cup anchor hocking bowl so I put the lid on and left it in the fridge overnight. I added some spices to it in hopes that after it cooled in the fridge it would be delectable. I won’t say exactly what his reaction was or what he said, but he pretty much opted out of any participation that had anything to do with the consumption of this broth. ![]() I told him what I was making and that we would be drinking it once it cooled. Hank came upstairs to ask what in the world was going on cause the aroma had made it down there and had a similar resemblance of the scent from an animal that had crawled into a heating duct and has long since passed away. I took it to the stove and brought to a boil to prepare for long-term storage, but it made the odor even worse and my stomach started to create upheaval contractions that resulted in a moment of solitude in the restroom. I pushed through it anyway and sifted the feet from the broth which made a decent amount. I followed every step and everything was going great, however as the InstaPot released the pressure when it reached the 90 minutes, the fragrance that dispersed through the kitchen was creating a regurgitating sensation in my stomach. Mom has since passed and I’ve been keeping her recipes alive, but I never knew how she did this and came across your recipe. My mom used to make this when we were kids as a medicine when we were sick and it was always so delicious and with my current stomach and digestive issues, I wanted to give it a try.
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