Excess supply of rice

We were out of flour, out of bread, and what the hell are we going to do? We thought that every ship in the convoy had been sunk, and it was quite a problem. Now up comes a sodbuster corporal from Saskatchewan, studying the situation. We had an excess supply of rice, Chinese rice, and they’re ordinary 60 pound bags or whatever. And about a half mile distant was a damaged wine refinery, containing half a dozen vats, two or three of which were usable. This sodbuster walks out there to survey the situation. One foot on the ground, one knee on a box, head resting in his hand, looking around to see what the hell he could see. And to cut it short, he finally spotted two or three truckloads of sandbags. Hmm. How the hell could we utilize that? Then he thought of the nice rice puddings his mom made at home. So he simply walked over to those sandbags and he yanked one out and he measured with his hand. I’ve forgotten whether he cut it into three or what. If he could cut those sacks, put in so much rice, so much sugar, so much salt and whatever, and tie the ends and throw them in a boiling vat, they would come out like a bologna sausage about a yard long. That was how the idea formed. Now, he send two Joe’s down to clean out one of those vats, get a fire going. Two other Joe’s packed two or three bundles of sandbags, took them to the shoemaker, with instructions to sew up. Let us assume now the bag is a foot wide, I have forgotten, and he made three bags out of it. And then he continued with his, with his rice. I’ve forgotten how many cups, he told me, but I’ve forgotten. So many cups of rice, so much sugar, so much salt, and whatever. They were tied at the end and the vat was boiling and in they went. And out they came. I know this because I ate many of them.