From the old and sprouting nuts she took the solid, spongy centres and turned them into salads.

Her forte seemed to be salads, and she astonished him with the deliciousness of a salad made from young bamboo shoots.

Wild tomatoes, which had gone to seed or been remorselessly hoed out from the beginning of Berande, were foraged for salads, soups, and sauces.

The chickens, which had always gone into the bush and hidden their eggs, were given laying-bins, and Joan went out herself to shoot wild duck and wild pigeons for the table.
"Not that I like to do this sort of work," she explained, in reference to the cookery; "but because I can't get away from Dad's training." Among other things, she burned the pestilential hospital, quarrelled with Sheldon over the dead, and, in anger, set her own men to work building a new, and what she called a decent, hospital.

She robbed the windows of their lawn and muslin curtains, replacing them with gaudy calico from the trade-store, and made herself several gowns.