In many families, certain recipes are not written down. They are passed down through gestures, smells, and knowing silences in the kitchen.
At my grandmother's house, homemade broth was that ritual.

She always saved the carcass from Sunday's chicken—nothing was ever wasted—and turned it into a nourishing elixir. Without fancy words or health talk... just common sense, intuition, and lots of love.

Why was his recipe so powerful?

She always added:

• a few forgotten vegetables at the bottom of the basket,
• a dash of vinegar (to extract minerals),
• herbs from the garden,
• and above all... time.

The broth simmered slowly for hours until it became a golden liquid that, according to her, "restored strength to anyone."

Long before anyone talked about collagen, glycine, or the immune system, she already saw its effect on the family:

• children with colds regained their energy,
• the joints of the elderly seemed less painful,
• the skin glowed more,
• and everyone felt a little more relaxed after a steaming cup.

A skincare ritual as much as a recipe

This broth was not just food: it was an act of care, a discreet way of looking after others.

Today, with Mon Bouillon, I am continuing this tradition—respecting the same principles of yesteryear:
quality ingredients, slow cooking, and a circular approach where nothing is wasted.

Because deep down, what my grandmother taught me was that a simple broth can transform your health... and your day.