It’s defined as a watery meat and vegetable stew, possibly derived from the reddish mud deposited in mine sluices, and Ron said his father would have used the term to describe tonight’s supper.
It’s a real word for a real dish, ugly-sounding, but there are recipes for it that look pretty good.
I made a thrown-together, one pot meal tonight, giving Ron fair warning ahead of time: a little cooked chicken, a can of vegetable soup from Ron’s old Berkeley larder, a can of kidney beans, leftover brown rice, and a good handful of Cheddar cheese.
Altogether satisfying I say, no matter what you call it.