Glancing over, "Oh, yes. Scrape them into the pot--just be careful of any splashback."

Mulcahy turns back to the pile of potatoes he's been chopping (skin on, he tolerates no waste). "This sort of stew was very common on my dinner table growing up, and we were very humbly poor indeed. The ingredients changed sometimes depending on what was cheap and available--" a lot of the meat became offal when everything crashed in the 30s, if he could get his hands on it at all, "--but it was reliable, and we could afford it. And if the icebox ever broke, we could just keep it simmering on the stove, which we'd have on anyway if it was cold."

So naturally, he's sharing a childhood family recipe with Angel.