Thursday, July 13 1944
What to do with one dozen eggs? That’s the joke in a letter we just got from Daddy. My mother stocked the refrigerator for him before we left, including the eggs. Especially the eggs! They’re abundant at this time of year and the government is encouraging us to all we can to free up beef, chicken, and pork for the troops. “Maybe I can make a 10 egg cake?” he suggests. “How about an shampoo?” is another idea. “How do you make Egg Foo-Yong and egg rolls?” His conclusion: “Say, I could powder the eggs! But what would I do with the powder?” We Americans are lucky. The British would be thrilled to have my father’s problem as eggs were among their many rationed foods.