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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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85. And thus I lay - one of the most distraught and miserable pieces of humanity that ever could have happened. I itched like mad and scratched furiously; wheezing disconcertingly all the while. One doesn't die with hives. They have to be endured until they burn themselves out and pass over. It was the most disasterous case of hives I have ever had, but unfortunately not the last. But it was the very last piece of alligator pear I have ever touched! Eat everything indeed! One may as well be given instructions for self-destruction by some very wise but uninformed medicine-men. There were other occasions on this world-trip when I strayed to foreign fields in the matter of food. Somehow though I didn't especially care about rice, although I had never actually disliked it and could eat it once in a while. But I didn't like it as a daily food, particularly, as it is cooked in the orient without being quite done. I furthermore couldn't abide curry. In the light of greater knowledge a dangerous combination of food was thus eliminated from my diet. I might have partaken of it day after day but I seldomly touched rice, and curry never. Later, experimenting with elimination diets and allergies at Rochester it was found that I had a decided [idiosyncrasy?] for the carbohydrate dish of the Asiatic millions. The story of foods around the world is in itself a rather lengthy and involved affair. Most of
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85. And thus I lay - one of the most distraught and miserable pieces of humanity that ever could have happened. I itched like mad and scratched furiously; wheezing disconcertingly all the while. One doesn't die with hives. They have to be endured until they burn themselves out and pass over. It was the most disasterous case of hives I have ever had, but unfortunately not the last. But it was the very last piece of alligator pear I have ever touched! Eat everything indeed! One may as well be given instructions for self-destruction by some very wise but uninformed medicine-men. There were other occasions on this world-trip when I strayed to foreign fields in the matter of food. Somehow though I didn't especially care about rice, although I had never actually disliked it and could eat it once in a while. But I didn't like it as a daily food, particularly, as it is cooked in the orient without being quite done. I furthermore couldn't abide curry. In the light of greater knowledge a dangerous combination of food was thus eliminated from my diet. I might have partaken of it day after day but I seldomly touched rice, and curry never. Later, experimenting with elimination diets and allergies at Rochester it was found that I had a decided [idiosyncrasy?] for the carbohydrate dish of the Asiatic millions. The story of foods around the world is in itself a rather lengthy and involved affair. Most of
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