(W)e tasted the first meat for seventeen months, except for a morsel of Manchurian pheasant sent to us when refrigeration failed. The Sunday food queue was formed hours before its time. At last the meal was served: rice, and beef stew, rice cake as Yorkshire pudding, and small pieces of boiled sweet potato. We could hardly wait until the food was on the table....There were five ounces of buffalo meat and bone for each of us. Most of it was stewed, but some was minced.
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William G. Sewell, Strange Harmony, 1948, 167
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