June 29, 1944
God, I'm getting chatty with you, old diary; effect of solitude, probably. I talk and sing to myself, too - but don't twitch and jerk as yet, so some hope.
Made myself another super stew, enough for three days. Menu: stew (ingredients: onions, Idaho potatoes, soft and white, fresh carrots, canned peas, 12 oz. corned beef, salt and pepper, 2 bouillon cubes, sugar), bread and butter, lemonade and vanilla cookies (wafers, should I say?).
Funny how quickly one catches on to cooking. I come in, start fire, see there's water to heat. Peel onions, put them on to boil. Peel and wash potatoes, throw them in and add water. Replenish fire periodically. Peel and wash carrots, ditto. Salt, pepper and sugar. Add to fire. Run upstairs to give a fire look- see.
Get out bread, plates (warm if necessary), piece of butter, returning stick so it won't get soft. Stir and look at stew. Make lemonade. Add meat and canned peas to stew. Add bouillon cubes upon trying some and finding it tastes flat. Set stew to cool some in my table dish. Run up for another fire look-see. Return to find stew O.K.
Then dishes, garbage disposal, etc., etc. All done with finish and ease. Whee! Not that I enjoy all this except momentarily - though of course I get an immense amount of satisfaction (not to say amazement) that the stuff tastes so good.