am always so happy when my broth cooks down into gelatinous gooey goodness. just had some with kerrygold butter, hot sauce and some seaweed mixed in for breakfast. where was this stuff all my life? lol.
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway