Unctuous. Indeed, unctuous is the word that comes to mind when slurping this soup. This is a soup for folks that don’t mind a bit of fat hanging to the bones. It’s a soup for those of us who like to pick at succulent bits of meat wedged into bones. If I haven’t turned you off already, read on.
If you’re a fan of short ribs, you will love this soup. If fatty meats are of concern, this may not be the soup for you. But, for me, this is a soup that is immensely satisfying while I am cocooned in my house in the depths of an icy, wintry world.
Ox-tails are, you guessed it, the tails from steers, and they are marbled in fat. The sections are rich in marrow, so your broth will be incredibly dense and rich with flavor. This is the time of year I see oxtails at many markets around town.
I always make oxtail soup a day in advance of serving so I can skim off much of the fat, which accumulates to the top after the soup is chilled. If desired, remove meat from ox tails and return meat to soup before serving. I prefer serving the soup with the bone.
There are many versions of oxtail soup on-line-the Korean versions sound quite good. The recipe I used was inspired by a classic version of the soup using red wine and roasted root vegetables.
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