Soup Stew

Half a pound of beef cut in small bits,
(Or mutton or pork, if you please,)
Slice in six potatoes, four turnips,
And throw in a pint of dry peas.

Put these in seven pints of water,
And onions or leeks don’t omit;
Four hours and a half gently boil,
With some oatmeal to make it thick.

When you have mixed the oatmeal in,
And added some salt and pepper;
Boil again, stirring all the time,
And you’ll find no soup can be better.

N. B. – This is excellent soup
Without any meat,
If you’ll put in herbs
Which are called sweet.

“Stew Soup” (#4), Cookery Rhymes. The Nineteenth Century. Cambridge: Chadwyck-Healey. Original from The British Library. The original citation is from Cookery Rhymes, Simple Remedies, and Useful Hints, Intended for Girls’ Day Schools by Miss Potter, 7th ed. London: Jarrold and Sons, 1862.

Clam Soup

First catch your clams – along the ebbing edges
Of saline coves you’ll find the precious wedges,
With backs up, lurking in the sandy bottom;
Take thirty large ones, put a basin under,
And cleave with knife the stony jaws asunder;
Add water (three quarts) to the native liquor,
Bring to a boil (and, by the way, the quicker
It boils the better, if you’d do it cutely).
Now add the clams, chopped up and minced minutely.
Allow a longer boil of just three minutes,
And while it bubbles quickly stir within its
Tumultuous depths, where still the mollusks mutter,
Four tablespoons of flour and four of butter,
A pint of milk, some pepper to your notion,
And clams need salting, although born of ocean.
Remove from fire (if much boiled they will suffer.
You’ll find that India-rubber isn’t tougher);
After ‘tis off, add three fresh eggs well beaten,
Stir once more, and it’s ready to be eaten.
Fruit of the wave! Oh, dainty and delicious!
Food for the Gods! Ambrosia for Apicius!
Worthy to thrill the soul of sea-born Venus,
Or titillate the palate of Silenus.


By W. A. Croffat, (Croffut?, copy poor) retrieved from Appleton’s Journal, v. 5, no. 2, p. 180, accessed via http://www.hti.umich.edu on 5/3/2005