Returning from Monday morning’s workout, I caught the tail end of Food Network’s The Kitchen.
Chef Geoffrey Zakarian was making bone broth and said the cost was less to DIY than to purchase.
Because of all the ingredients one would have to purchase, I didn’t think so and googled "Cost of ingredients for bone broth" and got … "Adding the cost of vegetables, spices, herbs, and apple cider vinegar, one batch of bone broth cost about $20 — yields 10 cups. That's $2 per cup".
On the surface, that sounds pretty good — especially when one considers I pay $3.99 for a 32 oz container of bone broth, and it yields only 4 cups.
However, if I were to purchase three 32 oz containers, for a total of $11.97 to yield 10 cups, I only use two and a quarter or so of the three, with plenty left over for other uses.
Math has never been my strong suit — I never did figure out the age-old question "If both trains leave the station at the same time, how far apart will they be at the end of two hours?" So, it would give me a migraine to try to figure out how much $11.97 breaks down to a per cup value but, correct me if I’m wrong, by my calculations Geoffrey is incorrect. It's more economic to purchase — not to mention the time saved in bypassing all the chopping and standing over a hot stove.
Heading out this morning to pick up the laptop, I followed the nudge I’d been ignoring to check on Next Door Neighbor.
Generally in and out all day every day, making a racket when she drags her grocery cart up the stairs, it had occurred to me a few days ago that I’d not seen or heard a peep out of her for over a week. Also, her car hadn’t moved and, when I glanced at her side window late last night — to see if any lights were on, indicating she was there, it was completely dark, no light was seeping out.
If she wasn’t okay, something had happened, I didn’t want to wait for the odor of a decomposing body to waif through the building — THAT has happened here, so I knocked on my way out this morning.
Had she not answered, I’d have called for a Welfare Check, but she opened the door, appearing just fine.
Saying, she’s been on the computer, deep into researching family history, I told her, in future — when she ceases all outside activities like she had, make some noise now and then, so I’ll know she’s okay.
The laptop is back in its place, but the beat goes on because it’s still not working. The tech people tell me it’s the charger … just like I’d originally diagnosed.
I’m not mad at having a new battery installed, because can’t hurt; and at least, this time, I got the correct P Number to use in ordering a new charger ... supposedly.
The Saga Continues
Anyone living alone in your complex should have an 'I'm still alive' button to push every day. Maybe it could turn on a light outside.
ReplyDeleteI personally would love that so I wouldn't be in here rotting away for days without anyone noticing.
DeleteIf you're paying $3.99 for a container of bone broth that yields 4 cups of broth, then that's a buck per cup by my calculations. Half the price of making it yourself!
ReplyDeleteThanks for that. I'm tempted to text the show, say Chief Geoffrey was WRONG, because he's soooooo arrogant. Comes off as a know it all.
DeleteComing home from the grocery store today, I was struggling to push my granny cart full of groceries down the deep, icy ruts in my back alley when a guy in a big truck stopped, got out, picked up the whole cart and carried it for me right to my back door! What a lovely thing for him to do! Never happened before and will probably never happen again, but I thanked him profusely for the assistance! Guess he was doing his good deed for the day!
ReplyDeleteThat's some strong determined woman stuff, pushing a cart of groceries through the snow. As for good guy, his mama raised him right.
DeleteRe: your neighbour, I've seen a routine here where an older/vulnerable person puts/tapes a green sheet of paper in their window each morning (taking it down around lunch) to signal that they are ok- no sheet and it's time to check.
ReplyDeleteHope you get your laptop working correctly soon.
As soon as I turned 55, I got a unit in a 55 and over complex. There they had a similar routine, except it was an orange placard placed on their door at night. If the placard was not removed the next morning, it was a signal they were NOT okay.
DeleteMy Time is so valuable that bypassing cooking/prep is always more Economical by my very loose calculations that I justify every chance I get. *winks* I do Love Bone broth, but I buy it in the smaller containers at the Dollar Store, which is about 2 Servings at Fifty Cents each, by my Math it beats shopping for ingredients, prepping, then cooking it all up each and every time.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you. Not just because of the time saving aspect, but because I hate to cook.
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