The people went around gathering it, and then ground it in a hand mill or crushed it in a mortar. They cooked it in a pot or made it into loaves. And it tasted like something made with olive oil.
Well, so interestingly enough, I was chatting to a former work colleague of mine, I think he's like 30, something like that, and I was talking about this book and I mentioned Bunny Boiler, and he didn't know where it came from.