When Hunger comes from the heart … Start with Rock Soup
From family folk lore is the legend of Dad’s rock soup. He was renown for driving up from Whitter, traveling with a stock pot full of what he called “Rock Soup”. His recipe included the stone were well washed and soaked overnight, they would soften enough to almost be edible.
When we are hungry from the heart, we don’t need all the answers. We just needs Dads tenacity to start with a stone, and we were always grateful for the visit.
Love the imagery
As long as the ingredients did not have liver, I would eat the soup. Hehe
I remember A variant of rock soup. We hiked up to half dome In Yosemite. Hiking with dad for any hike actually. He recommended sucking on a pebble a baby rock if you will as a way to generate saliva so we wouldn’t be thirsty during the hike. He said it was Indian legendary the twirled
For them why not us?
I would have preferred some water actually.