It's funny how sometimes an expression you have heard early in life never leaves your consciousness.
I was checking out some blogs - click, read, click, read, click, click, click, read - and over at Here's the Veg, Michael was talking about a recipe for celeriac and worcestershire sauce he had found at Stone Soup.
Stone Soup, I thought. I wonder ...
I wondered correctly. It hit me straight away: the title of a book I read at school when I was about six - Stone Soup by Marcia Brown, published 1947.
Jules of Stone Soup (the blog) mentions a slightly different version of the story and she recalls how it inspired her to cook with her mother:
' ... I raced down to our closest creek and picked myself the tastiest looking stone I could find. After lugging my treasure home I persuaded my mum to humour me and help me create what in my small mind was a masterpiece with my new found stone and whatever soup ingredients she could spare.'
How heartwarming is that?
I've never forgotten the story, even though I haven't seen the book since primary school.