tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153184992729545075.post2916484813576111261..comments2023-03-25T05:59:33.203-03:00Comments on Reigning Cats and Dogs: In praise of carrying a compassOld Maidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10293049169367771924noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153184992729545075.post-25342920822921134912011-02-25T14:39:08.333-04:002011-02-25T14:39:08.333-04:00your comment about soup made me smile--one of my f...your comment about soup made me smile--one of my fondest memories is visiting my grammie in her old saltbox...the red and blue checked kitchen tiles, her mac tack table, and grammie rocking away in the corner on her chair. She always had a perpetual kettle of soup on that stove. It may sound gross, but it wasn't. Every sort of veggie, meat scrap, noodles, beans went into that soup, for 25 years it stayed on the stove and was replenshed with leftovers that most people would just toss away today. There was always that same hot soup for anyone who came through grams kitchen. When you live through 2 WW and a depresion your mindset is different than today. I always thought it would make a nice book, Grammie's perpetual Kettle of soup! hahaThe 'splorin' Wolfieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06058615676057101404noreply@blogger.com