Full Pot!

Take one very large stew pot, a collection of vegetable stories and an enthusiastic Priory Primary School, mix them all up and finish up with soup for 170, a retelling of stories and four rather beautiful banners.
This was an interesting brief from DAISI to link the SEAL theme of “Good to be me” with healthy cooking and storytelling over two days of workshops. I had a thoroughly good time. We explored how a school is made up of individuals who all have their own special qualities in the same way that a soup is made up of vegetables all with their own stories and properties.

I was impressed with the way Year 1 and 2 chopped, grated, scrubbed and peeled enough veg for the whole school, the Year 6 rap version of the story of Antoine Parmentier, the speaking and singing carrots of Year 6, the retelling of the “Old Woman and the Pumpkin” by Year 3 and 4 and foundation class’ enacting of the “Tortoise the Hare and the Squash Field. So much sharing, creativity and teamwork. Fantastic. I hope to post the lyrics of the two songs soon.
I am intrigued by the way that food and stories can be linked, cooking and telling, sustaining body and mind. I feel I need to get researching and collecting snippets of story and fact to add into the recipe. It can be tricky finding the right stories to enhance and draw out a theme without being too contrived. There is a real lot of learning to do!



  1. kevinisca said

    Carrot Rap By Holly Meacock Year 6 Priory School

    To the tune of Grease’s ‘You’re the one that I want’

    Orange Carrots, they’re multiplying,
    Other colours are losing control,
    Coz the power they’re supplying….it’s carrotifying!
    (carrotifying, carrotifying)

    Others better shape up (up up)
    Or they’ll rot away,
    And it really won’t be fair,
    Won’t be fair
    No it won’t be fair
    You’re the carrot I want!

    You’re the carrot I want, Oh, Oh Oh carrot!
    The carrot I want,
    Oh oh oh yes indeed

    The carrot I want!

  2. kevinisca said

    A great rap from Priory Primary

    Antoine, Antoine
    Augustine Parmentier
    A doctor he was
    A man of great intellect
    To beat him in a quiz
    Ha you couldn’t I bet

    The seven years war.
    Is the beginning of this story
    imprisoned in a camp
    Life was rather gory.

    Poor old Antoine
    What could he do?
    All they served was potatoes
    Urghh they look like poo!

    But it was eat them or go hungry
    And Antoine did not want to die
    Yum these are actually quite good
    I wonder what they’ll be like fried?

    And every day he ate them
    And really became rather healthy
    One day when I’m free
    These could make me very wealthy.

    When the war ended
    Antoine was a man set free
    But persuade his fellow Frenchmen
    The benefit of potatoes they would not see

    Yuk they look quite revolting
    we will not eat those
    We’d rather stick to French baguettes
    Or even suck our toes

    So Parmentier went to see the king.
    And asked for land, fence, and guards
    Around the land he built the fence
    And round the fence he put the guards

    What on earth is going in on in there
    What was behind the wall?
    It must be something rather special
    Do you think if we climb it we will fall?

    The French grew curiouser and curiouser.
    One day the guards did not bother
    So they used the opportunity to sneak over
    And what did they discover

    These must be worth eating they then thought
    So by sneaky devious means
    Potatoes in France are now often bought.

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