Common vegetables are abundant and very fine.

I never saw sea-cale or cauliflowers, and either from the want of summer rain, or the want of care, the harvest of green vegetables is much sooner over than with us.
They eat the Indian corn in a great variety of forms; sometimes it is dressed green, and eaten like peas; sometimes it is broken to pieces when dry, boiled plain, and brought to table like rice; this dish is called hominy.

The flour of it is made into at least a dozen different sorts of cakes; but in my opinion all bad.

This flour, mixed in the proportion of one-third with fine wheat, makes by far the best bread I ever tasted.
I never saw turbot, salmon, or fresh cod; but the rock and shad are excellent.

There is a great want of skill in the composition of sauces; not only with fish, but with every thing.