mealies

We ground our mealies in coffee mills if no other mills were available.

The horse was tied to a pole inside the fence, and had evidently been eating his fill of mealies.

Then food was brought in—the usual beef and roast mealies, and all took a hearty hand at the trencher.

“It is war rations,” he said, as some dried meat and mealies stamped to a kind of flaky paste were produced.

What better—what more nutritious food could they have given me than mealies?