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That evening, as the first snowflakes began to dance against her kitchen window, Martha began the ritual. She blanched the feet, shocked them in ice water, and tucked them into her heavy copper pot alongside carrots and onions. As the steam began to rise, filling the house with a scent that felt like a warm blanket, she realized that the hunt was half the magic. In a world of fast food and faceless ingredients, she had traveled to the source. She knew the dirt the birds had walked on, and in return, the broth would nourish her in a way no grocery store could ever manage. where to buy organic chicken feet
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