I make a mean chicken stock.

Many a morning the house is filled with the pleasing aroma of chicken bits and bones boiling, culminating in a fat-free, gluten-free, dairy-free yet flavor-filled stock (my stock pot is the one wedding gift I still use, 30 years later, thanks Brian and Marg).

Others in the house think the smell is overwhelming so I boil stock when they are away.

Regardless, I wouldn’t make it into a popsicle.

Bone broth – the centerpiece of the Paleo diet – is now being turned into popsicles.

I find frozen water, sometimes with a squeeze of lime, works well. It’s called ice.