A-to-Z Challenge: B is for Booyah!

Mainly because I like saying it. Go ahead, give it a try.


Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? And it makes you feel good, as well. It’s celebration and ‘in yo face!’ all rolled into one.


Wait a cotton-pickin’ second. What the heck?!!? What is this?

Booyah is soup? “Of probably Belgian origin made throughout the Upper Midwestern US”?

I am, by definition, a born and bred Upper Midwesterner. How is it I am not familiar with the food version of this awesome word?

There’s more! Not only is it food, but according to This Post on A Farmgirl’s Dabbles, it is also an event and, AND! when you make Booyah, you do so in a Booyah Kettle. Yes. It has its very own kettle. A 20. Gallon. Kettle.

Pardon me a moment whilst I sit and ponder on all which I did not know.

Part of me wants to scamper off and plan a Booyah of my own. The other part actually read the traditional schedule/menu in the above-named post and made a face. The sort of scrunched up expression that basically means… yeeeeaaaaahhhhh. Maybe not.

Then again, stranger things have happened, and I can already tell this is something that’s going to keep nagging at me.


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  1. I did not know that booyah was a soup. Is it because of the word bouillabaisse?

  2. I have this image of the Campbell Soup kids dressed in camouflage yelling “BOOYAH!”

  3. I looked up the article you mentioned. I think L. got the word origin right, but I have a theory its creation origin is like the original soups du jour. Whoever did the cooking in your house would toss any leftover snippets from what they were making for your daytime meals into a pot of water. At the end of the day, you’d have a supper (which originally meant a post-dinner soup snack). 20 gallons of booyah would be just the right amount for a band of hungry dudes coming back from… are there mines in your area? Farmhands, for sure, though. Harvest season or barn raisings or whenever the community got together to accomplish something big, the ladies brought whatever they had on hand, tossed it in a BIG kettle with some water they hopefully got the guys to haul for them (but probably hauled themselves), and simmered while the guys worked. By the end of the day, you can bet those fellas were shouting booyah!

    • Dang wordpress isn’t telling me when I have comments. >:{ What the heck. And I see the link to the other site didn’t link. Double >:{ No mines around here. Definitely farms, maybe some lumberjacking up nort dair hey. In either case, hungry menfolk for certain.

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