"We were no longer content with a log cabin, we wanted a real stone house far solider for the next rainy season [.] .in particular the roof, which was obviously not going to be watertight after all. A day or two after this the rain pelted down so hard that rain and bits of roof broke into the room together. Everything was swimming; all our clean clothes and linen were drenched."
“[.] So we experimented, and found that a combination of wood ashes, clay and cattle fat produced a mixture reasonable like soap, though it reminded us depressingly of the "ersatz" substitute stuff we had known in wartime. But my soap had fewer stones in than that, the clay washed better, and the main thing was that it did its job of cleaning satisfactorily. What more could one ask?
"Then it was time for a proper breakfast. Our bread was "home-baked," the flour being made from either wheat flour or cornmeal. Wheat grew on the island, but the sparrows usually picked off most of it, despite the efforts of Puchito Ladron, before we had started gathering it in; so our wheat had to be bought from ships coming from the mainland. When there was not a ship for months and we ran out of flour, I sometimes fried green bananas instead of baking bread. You cut them in slices, fried them in fat until brown, and sprinkled salt over them as soon as they were done; they were very nourishing and tasted excellent. Other days there was hot corn bread, fried in the pan like small pancakes. For spreading on our bread we had pork dripping (when there was no gift butter), jam (which I made from guavas or papaws with bananas and pineapple), also sausage and cold beef.