My dad-in law made soup this afternoon. First generation out of Mexico, he has never forgotten his heritage, and at now 80+ in age, he gets around no differently than when I first met him a dozen years ago. A true inspiration.
Hey, maybe this has something to do with it.
I didn't do any corn. What I did do was to put it on a plate instead of a bowl, and eat with my hands.
Who do you think got the two useable pieces of bone marrow?
That only wet my appetite. Tomorrow, I'm headed out to the butcher to see if I can get a bunch of marrow bones. Tell you what. I'll get his recipe tomorrow and toss it up.