Please, please don’t let the name put you off! I could have changed it, in order for it to be a lot little more appealing. However, I couldn’t bear to alter it, when this soup has played such an important role in my ‘food life’. It would be blasphemy in a way, betrayal at the least. Strangely I actually don’t know how the name originated, but it does add to the mystery. What is not so mysterious is the contents of the soup. Pretty much anything, that’s what. My dad was brought up on a farm in rural Western Australia. Having moved from South Africa in the late 1950’s, my grandparents were starting a new life in a foreign land, with foreign people. Needless to say, things were tough for a start, and not just economically. This soup epitomises the meaning of ‘taste without waste’ in the most literal sense. Use what you have. And use it in a way that produces an appetising end product. Continue reading →