Sitting on the beach today feeding the seagulls with a loaf of bread that I made last night. Don’t worry it was a flop, I was following somebody else’s recipe and it just didn’t work out very well.
Anyway while I was sitting there feeding the seagulls I recorded a video of me feeding them and I started thinking about this old story of when I was a kid and my father took me truck driving with him to the West Coast and we were back in Minnesota at the time I believe and so it was a long haul trip. Anyway that was when I was first introduced to graveyard stew.
Anyway the recipes in the video it’s pretty simple to make but I wanted to tell you the story of how we would pull over at 3:00 in the morning at some truck stop way out in the middle of nowhere and the only thing that they would serve at 3:00 in the morning was graveyard stew. Anyway I loved it I thought it was the highlight of the trip. I’ll never forget coming home I mean I was like 7 years old. I just couldn’t wait to get home to ask my mother if she would make graveyard stew just to see the look on her face. To my surprise my mother already knew all about graveyard stew. Haven’t really thought much about graveyard stew but the story my mom told me is that that’s what they would give the kids when they got sick and had upset stomachs or maybe even other people with ulcers or just their belly wasn’t feeling good. She also explained to me that that was the very basis of a hot milk poultice when you got a sliver or really bad wound that help pull the poison out of the wound.
Then on through my adult life as a young man I used to love my graveyard stew. One it was cheap and could be made very quickly. What young starving artist or college kid wouldn’t love graveyard stew?