It's famine and rations times here at my village.
The wheat harvest was destroyed several times by some sort of blight! The local clergy are all aflutter about the "omens" and turn their faces inward whilst the populace prays and begs at the altar and gives over their pay to the offering boxes.
EntrΓ© moi, a realistic and modern woman.
I believe in pants for men *and* women, ipso facto I am currently wearing a split skirt frock for riding astride! I am literate in the sciences and mathematics, I have a beautiful herb garden out behind my hut, I did not marry a man and am now a spinster at 22.
I get by selling my teas and tisanes to the locals when the common physician's leech therapy and mercury treatments prove ineffective.
Sigh... Which makes me feel foolish to admit this. I was doing well at the beginning of the wheat famine, using my math powers to experiment with how much flour-to-sawdust ratio one's person can safely consume.
I stocked up and rationed economically. However, I regret to inform, I have run out of my store of safe flour.
Seen here were the only johnny cakes I could manage. This should be good for breakfast and tea but what shall I do for supper? I clutch my kerchief to my brow as I write, the faint sheen of moisture on my forehead might give away my distress.
I will have to purchase the millers flour now and I just KNOW they use plaster dust to cut their milled grains.
Oh, I do hope this famine will pass. I do not fancy plaster dumplings or delicate plaster tarts, much less a plaster johnny cake.
Any suggestions or recipes I can use to help make this not feel like I am eating the walls of my home appreciated!