Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.

11.5.07

Stone soup.

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.

5 comments:

Lucy said...

Cool story - Jules' blog is magnificent. Never heard the story as a child, but as a kids bookseller, I've seen some beautiful editions of it over the years.

Nice looking soup too.

neil said...

I hadn't heard the story at all until I first saw Jule's blog, we were so poor all we could afford was gravel! The Portuguese have a real live recipe for it as well, sans stone, it's in the Konemann Culinaria.

MyKitchenInHalfCups said...

And it's such a wonderfully good story with real truth!

Lilartist said...

As a child we read stone soup in school. I remember my teacher letting all the kids go look for the nicest. tastiest stone. And without any spices we made our soup. It was good, spicy...

Anne said...

She takes the most precise Photo's. It's a truly brilliant work.