That Hamadat, mentioned earlier, was delightful to talk with. My father (may God have mercy upon him) told me, ‘I once said to Hamadat one morning while we were on the road to Isfahan, “Commander Hamadat, have you eaten anything today?”
‘“Yes, sir. I had a bit of crust soaked in broth,” he replied.
‘So I said, “But we’ve been riding all night, and we neither stopped nor did we light a fire. So how did you come by that broth-soaked crust?”
‘“Well sir,” he replied, “I made it in my mouth. I chewed up some bread in my mouth and drank water on top of it, which made it like a broth-soaked crust.”’