G. and H. at Sally White's birthday party; H. said they had “white
mush” on the table; on inquiry, I found it was ice-cream! Not having
made any ice-cream since war-times, the child had never seen any, and so called
it white mush. The only luxury I long for is real coffee. I have drunk
wheat coffee for more than two years, till I am made a dyspeptic by it. Coffee
has sold at $16 a pound. Tea is now $40 per pound.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 178
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