text_original: There was a tin of lunch biscuits, some cheese, and cereals; but the rest of the store cupboard seemed exasperatingly useless when it came to sustaining life in a snow bound household. What good was a tin of linseed, for instance, or a bottle of cayenne, or a bottle of evaporated horse radish (with the sirloin presumably still gambolling about somewhere in the valley)?
text_transcription: THERE WAS A TIN OF LUNCH BISCUITS SOME CHEESE AND SERIALS BUT THE REST OF THE STORE CUPBOARD SEEMED EXASPERATINGLY USELESS WHEN IT CAME TO SUSTAINING LIFE IN A SNOWUND HOUSEHOLD WHAT GOOD WAS A TIN OF LINSEED FOR INSTANCE OR A BOTTLE OF CAYENNE OR A BOTTLE OF EVAPORATED HORSE RADISH WITH A SIRLOIN PRESUMABLY STILL GAMBOLLING ABOUT SOMEWHERE IN THE VALLEY
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ tˈɪn ʌv lˈʌntʃ bˈɪskɪts, sˌʌm tʃˈiːz, ænd sˈiəɹɪəlz; bˌʌt ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðə stˈɔːɹ kˈʌbəd sˈiːmd ɛɡzˈæspɚɹˌeɪɾɪŋli jˈuːsləs wɛn ɪt kˈeɪm tə səstˈeɪnɪŋ lˈaɪf ɪn ɐ snˈoʊ bˈaʊnd hˈaʊshoʊld. wˌʌt ɡˈʊd wʌzɐ tˈɪn ʌv lˈɪnsiːd, fɔːɹ ˈɪnstəns, ɔːɹ ɐ bˈɑːɾəl ʌv keɪˈɛn, ɔːɹ ɐ bˈɑːɾəl ʌv ɪvˈæpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd hˈɔːɹs ɹˈædɪʃ (wɪððə sˈɜːlɔɪn pɹɪzˈuːməbli stˈɪl ɡˈæmbɑːlɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt sˈʌmwɛɹ ɪnðə vˈæli)?