La Marmite

The marmite was the black pot that hung over the fire in the hearth of my great grandmother and the name given to the soup she cooked in it on her Poitou farm. My great grandmother, having migrated to Paris, prepared this soup on the top of the stove, always complaining that it “just does not taste the same,” although it tasted good to me. Again, this is relatively long-cooking winter “stick to the ribs” soup which is certainly feasible in the microwave or pressure cooker but “just does not