Due to serious allergies, I started feeding Lily White a raw diet several months ago. It has helped her skin problems tremendously, and she chows down, hardly breathing as she chomps and grinds her raw meat and bone.
In addition to the meat, I make bone broth to give her extra nutrients and to use as a base to mix her other medicine and supplements in. This is also a big hit with her.
The humans in the house, on the other hand, are not fond of the bone broth. We walk around with clothespins on our noses because it stinks to high heaven while it’s cooking in the crockpot. After I strain it and dispose of the cooked bones, I immediately wash the crockpot and colander and any other tools/utensils contaminated by the broth. (I also put Thieves essential oils in the diffuser to help clear the air.) The dishrag I use to wash the dishes gets thrown into the dirty laundry right away. Except…I must’ve forgotten that little step yesterday after I prepped the food and broth.
For work today, I put my water in the bottle I use for the gym and headed out. In the car, I took a sip, expecting a thirst-quenching rush of flavorless liquid to flow over my tongue. Instead, I tasted the biting wallop of bone broth. My first thought was of the pigs feet used to make the broth. Thus, my water tastes like pigs feet today.
Lesson learned. I don’t think I’ll make that mistake again. At least, I hope not.
Have you ever taken a drink expecting one thing and gotten another?
Oh, yes. I don’t drink sodas anymore and once I picked up the wrong Milo’s cup expecting tea and Bong! It was Coke. I almost couldn’t catch my breath. It did remind me of how good Coca Cola tasted as a kid. We rarely got them, but when we did, they were awesome. But I still stick to tea, water or Crystal Light. Doing my little part in trying to be healthy.
I’m glad Lily is doing better. She has the best mommy.
Lol. I’m glad your drink was at least something meant for human consumption. When we were kids, my sister grabbed a glass jar of clear liquid thinking it was water and it was bleach. You should’ve heard the commotion.
Thanks for your kind words. Lily is pretty lucky to have me. 😉 My hands still smell like beef liver. Yum!
Oh you’ve never lived until you smell chitlins boiling. Although nothing gets contaminated by the scent; you will think everything you put to your mouth came out of that pot.
Ooh. Ick. I can only imagine. LOL