Vent: my grandma's 1978 soup bone habit ruined my $40 grocery week
I was at the Piggly Wiggly in Green Bay last Saturday with $40 and a list, and my grandma kept saying save the bones, save the bones. So now every chicken carcass goes in a freezer bag and comes back as stock, and I made 11 cups of soup from stuff I used to throw out. Does anyone else feel weird saving bones, or is that just me?