I woke up a little past 7 o’clock this morning and got a whiff of something rancid. Ohmyword. The smell. Ronan was still asleep when I sniffed what I sniffed, but I immediately thought, Oh no. Ronan pooped sometime in the middle of the night. Poor kid. I’ll have to wake him up to change his diaper.
I walked into Ronan’s room and the smell disappeared. The source of the stink was coming from another direction.
After changing Ronan, I walked toward the kitchen. The smell permeated through the kitchen and our den. Was it the garbage can?
No, but I took the garbage out anyway. Strange. The garage smelled awful too. My gosh! What is that smell?
I called my husband, “Hey, I think something died in the garage. Call me back when you get a chance.”
When I came back inside, Big Sis came around the corner. “Mom! You left the stove on…all night?!” I nodded and said, “Honey, it’s bone broth. You’re supposed to cook it for hours and hours and hours.”
I repeated that first sentence in my head: …it’s the bone broth…
No. It couldn’t be the bone broth making that smell.
No. That stuff is all healthy stuff. And we’re going to eat it when it’s ready. It can’t be what’s so stinky.
I quickly opened up Facebook and wrote this:
Bone Broth people...the aroma from the broth as it simmers quietly on the stove, is it supposed to smell like one hundred small woodland creatures up and died in my kitchen? Good night, Irene! The smell! Ugh! And gag! And ugh! What did I do wrong???
I got responses instantly. Some were reassuring. Friends said I was doing a “great job, mama!” because their bone broth also produces a pungent “roadkill” and “carcassy” smell while it's cooking.
Whew! I thought.
But then, not everyone agreed. Other friends’ bone broth did not reek or smell disgusting like mine smelled. Those friends said that their bone broth smelled fabulous! fantastic! great! amazing even!
Oh dear. There were too many conflicting opinions. And none of them were reducing the smell wafting through my home.
If I wanted the smell of rotten woodland creatures to vacate my house, I had to do one thing: get rid of the bone broth.
I cut the cooking time short for this batch of bone broth. I had to—the stink was just too much. I turned off the heat. I let the broth simmer. I took the bones out of the dutch oven, put them in a garbage bag and dumped the ridiculousness in the garbage can outside.
Back inside, I poured the broth into a large glass bowl once it cooled, and covered it. Not one for wasting anything, I put the bowl of simmered bone broth in the refrigerator. My plan is to try a taste of it. Later though. I don’t know if I can stomach eating it while the carcass smell lingers.
Fast forward a few hours…
I left a window open all day to get some fresher smelling air into the house. I also diffused some Purification oil, which I can assure you was bought online, so that my house can lose some of the dead woodland creatures stank that I can still smell.
I haven’t tried the broth yet. I promise I will do that. But that'll happen on another day when things don’t smell so bad to the bone.
*Apologies to Ronan for assuming his diaper was the stinky culprit. And apologies to any woodland creatures that I may have offended in this post.