Eating bone marrow probably goes well back before Nana’s day to the caves when we would feast on the bones of animals. On a recent trip to Paris I watched in amazement as gorgeous, lithe, Parisian women would sit down to a plate of bones, delicately pick out the marrow with a special spoon, smear it on a piece of baguette, then feast. Bone marrow seems to be making a comeback, even it is only in France. This recipe is for the solo bone marrow lovers among us who might not see the worth in baking or boiling bones for the long hours it takes to soften the marrow just for one person. You can make this nifty little dish, which I found in my 1895 edition of Nelson’s Home Comforts. And what a comforting dish it is.