He went outside and looked around for the perfect stones, three of them because that's how many were on the cover of the book. I gave him a brush and he stood at the kitchen sink and scrubbed them clean and then we boiled them a good long time to make sure they were clean.
Then he cut up some celery with a table knife while I cut the carrots. We added a little minced onion and some chicken broth and finally the stones.
We put the soup on the stove to cook. Yes, I know the burner is too big for the small pan, but I couldn't be bothered with that detail while he was so excited about cooking.
Although the soup making was fun for the both of us, he also learned the lesson that even in hard times we all have something to give and that by giving, much more comes back to us in return. I love this boy.
NOTE: You've probably figured out that I won't ever be a food/cooking/recipe blogger.