A Note From Rob ...
Week of July 26, 2009
Once upon a time, somewhere in Eastern Europe, there was a great famine. People jealously hoarded
whatever food they could find, hiding it even from their friends and neighbors. One day a peddler drove his
wagon into a village, sold a few of his wares, and began asking questions as if he planned to stay for the night.
"There's not a bite to eat in the whole province," he was told. "Better keep moving on."
"Oh, I have everything I need," he said. "In fact, I was thinking of making some stone soup to share with
all of you." He pulled an iron cauldron from his wagon, filled it with water, and built a fire under it. Then, with
great ceremony, he drew an ordinary-looking stone from a velvet bag and dropped it into the water.
By now, hearing the rumor of food, most of the villagers had come to the square or watched from their
windows. As the peddler sniffed the "broth" and licked his lips in anticipation, hunger began to overcome their
skepticism.
"Ahh," the peddler said to himself rather loudly, "I do like a tasty stone soup. Of course, stone soup with
CABBAGE -- that's hard to beat." Soon a villager approached hesitantly, holding a cabbage he'd retrieved from its
hiding place, and added it to the pot. "Capital!" cried the peddler. "You know, I once had stone soup with cabbage
and a bit of salt beef as well, and it was fit for a king."
The village butcher managed to find some salt beef...and so it went, through potatoes, onions, carrots,
mushrooms, and so on, until there was indeed a delicious meal for all. The villagers offered the peddler a great
deal of money for the magic stone, but he refused to sell and traveled on the next day.
And from that time on, long after the famine had ended, they reminisced about the finest soup they'd ever
had.
I look forward to sharing and feasting with you this Sunday.
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