At least once a week my mom used to give us creamed corned beef on toast, a bowl of tomato soup with a slice of bread in the bottom, fried bologna on toast, peanut butter and banana on toast, peanut butter and a big slab of onion on toast, peanut butter and meatloaf on bread, we ate a lot of cheap foods with bread as a filler.
Never thought of our seven member family as poor, thrifty maybe. Dad was self employed, mom was a nurse.
Bostonbob
January 11, 2016 3:56 pm
I had this discussion with my soon to be 82 year old mother, growing up I though we were rich because we has a big house with a barn. My mom laughed because we never had extra money we didn’t get a second car until she went to work as a real estate broker in 1972, my oldest brother was practically out of high school and mom was 38.This was her first car, imagine that. We lived in a relatively rich town on the south shore, but I never noticed what we did or did not have. Mom bought all her bread from the day old discount store, 4 very large boys can sure eat a lot. All four of us worked in restaurants at various times and we are all very good to excellent cooks so we were sure never to go hungry. Funny though we all work in construction now. We never wanted for anything, but white bread was a luxury because mom liked wheat bread so that’s all she bought.
Bob.
Iska Waran
January 11, 2016 4:45 pm
Just a few days ago I skipped buying hamburger buns, figuring I’d just use bread. FYI, a telera roll or bolillo roll makes a good hamburger bun. They’re usually 39 cents each. Blessed are the poor in spirit. Also the cheap-ass fuckers.
robert h siddell jr
January 11, 2016 4:46 pm
I always had the market cornered on growing up poor until I met Lt Almarode from West Virgina and when I said I shared a bed with my brother, he said “You had a bed? We slept in cardboard boxes”.
ASIG
January 11, 2016 4:57 pm
Toast!! — You people had toast?!!!
Growing up we had a wood stove. Do you know how hard it is to toast bread in the oven of a wood stove? It would come out either way too pale or burnt,,, no in between. Trying to hit it just right to a nice golden tan was about the same odds as winning the lottery.
I can still remember the day my father brought home an electric toaster. OH MY GOD!! What an amazing device; do you realize you can actually dial in the exact level of golden brown that you want and that damn think will hit it perfectly every time!! I remember us kids just about went through an entire loaf of bread (yes it was day old bread) as we tested the various settings and being absolutely amazed at the level of control the thing had. The sense of power was euphoric.
Try to explain the wonders of an electric toaster to a kid today and they’ll think you’re nuts.
Tucci78
January 11, 2016 5:21 pm
card802: “…we ate a lot of cheap foods with bread as a filler.”
———–
Something similar among us wops. Pasta two or three times a week? Sure. Every August we picked bushels of tomatoes, the women in the family processing the fruit (blanching, peeling, coring) into those dozens and dozens of square plastic containers that went into the big coffin-sized freezer down in the basement, to come upstairs throughout the rest of the year to make the old “red lead,” flavored with the cheapest cuts of beef or pork (and some sweet Italian sausage, of course).
We never knew it was “peasant food,” and when we had Amerigan’ friends staying over to supper, they astonished us by going nuts over “exotic foreign cuisine.” Foreign? Canned La Choy chow mein was “foreign.” Rigatoni with a couple of meatballs was Wednesday night.
Oh, and you didn’t have French toast for breakfast a bunch? That was my dad’s “go-to” when he got the chance to take over the kitchen on week-end mornings, served up with stories about his experience as a mess cook (Navy jargon for what the Army calls “K.P.”) on a submarine tender in the Pacific. Didja know that powdered eggs used to serve up with a kinda green tint to ’em?
Bob
January 11, 2016 5:40 pm
My kids complained the other day that we didn’t have hot dog or hamburger buns — just the ol’ square white bread…they finally got hungry enough…My wife and I have obviously spoiled these children…
Too Congratulatory
January 11, 2016 5:57 pm
OH! The Wonder of white bread. It truly helped build strong bodies in 12 ways. And, made me king of the Jungle Jim back in the day. Thanks Mom. You did great…
iconoclast421
January 11, 2016 6:51 pm
cheapass could have at least used 4 different pieces of bread to make that image…
Gator
January 11, 2016 6:52 pm
don’t think tht has anything to do with poor, just smart/frugal. I grew up comfortably upper middle class/suburbs, all that, but my dad grew up with less, and was a redneck. So ya, rednecks, no matter what they can afford, do shit like this all the time.
Lysander
January 11, 2016 7:23 pm
Dad was a sergeant in the army and Mom stayed at home and raised three boys. We drank powdered milk (Mom would add a little vanilla extract to it so it tasted better), and ate thrifty, delicious meals. Mom was a great cook.
My after school snack was a miracle whip sandwich using Wonder bread, and she would put a ton of MW on it. God, I loved it those things.
She would plan all the meals three weeks in advance so we had variety. Hamburger, chicken, ham and crab meat (we lived in Maryland) were cheap so we had one of those regularly.
I had a hankering for Maryland styled crab cakes a while ago and almost fell down when I saw how expensive crab meat is. Everything’s expensive. I still can’t believe bacon is $5 a pound. What a rip off.
You Don’t Have The Right To Starve A Billion People To Death
Posted on January 11, 2016 by horse237
You might think I am talking about Bilderberg, the Rothschilds or the 30 Families David Rothkopf mentioned in his book Superclass. In that book he said our world is run by 30 families and their 6,000 Minions. I am talking about them and their plans to kill people by the billions but I am also talking about everyday people who vote and pay taxes but are never invited to Bilderberg meetings.
We will all bear responsibility for the billion plus people who will starve to death if we do nothing.
hardscrabble farmer
January 11, 2016 8:01 pm
Even in our home the kids will say “I’m hungry” to which I will respond with an immediate list of about fifteen or twenty things we have on hand, all of them delicious and nutritious- walnuts, hard boiled eggs, chicken or bone broth, homemade jam on homemade bread, sweet corn, apple sauce, leftover fried chicken, bacon, roast squash, dried fruit, frozen blueberries with maple syrup, yogurt with maple syrup, oatmeal with maple syrup- you get the picture.
I never really get any argument, by the time I’m halfway through the list at least one of those things triggers a response and pretty soon you hear the sound of someone eating in the kitchen.
Being poor in regards to lots of money on hand is not the same thing as being deprived of something good to eat. I’d bet that on the third of the month I have less money in my pocket than the average American on government assistance, but we still eat better than some of the wealthiest people in this country. That’s important to us, not our net worth.
po'boy
January 11, 2016 8:30 pm
Our bread was flour. Spinach and rabbit in some form five or more days a week. Lotsa eggs. 3rd pooresr kids in our school. Didnt eat three meals a day until I joined the army. First mattress I ever slept on too. Being upper middle class while it lasts, priceless.
Too Congratulatory
January 11, 2016 8:38 pm
My mother-in-law, wife & middle kid sell at our local farmer’s market all summer. Then, they do canning in the fall and not much goes to waste. I once read that wealth is “labor applied to resources”. It is like money in the bank. We eat well year round and I am thankful for their hard work.
Suzanna
January 11, 2016 8:59 pm
We were poor immigrants and barely made it in those early years.
My mother was very creative, and I didn’t really notice we were “poor.”
In these latter 2 decades people will use credit to appear to be “well-off.”
That is really silly. And that behavior (greedy, grabby, and showoff) is
why people go broke in leaner times. All to primp for others’ opinions.
As if others give a darn. They don’t. The shaky ego syndrome.
underfire
January 11, 2016 9:16 pm
I’m with Gator…………..rednecks, no matter what they can afford, do shit like this all the time.
Llpoh
January 11, 2016 9:34 pm
You all were rich!
Me? Choctaw. Dust bowl. Connect the dots.
EL Coyote
January 11, 2016 9:44 pm
Why did I think LLPOH would say that?
starfcker
January 11, 2016 10:02 pm
I grew up regular middle class, lot of variety in what mom fed us. But my favorite foods were my grandmother’s southern home cooking. Only as I grew older did I realize southern cooking is magic. It’s all about taking anything cheap and making it taste heavenly with high heat, salt, pepper, butter and bacon grease. I never understood why my mother, who is a fine cook, was terrible at southern food. She tried to make it healthy, and without the salt and fats, you had flour and cornmeal and okra and greens, which all taste like shit, without the magic ingredients
Overthecliff
January 11, 2016 10:04 pm
My parents did everything they could to make us feel secure. They did it because they were poor. They grew up on subsistence farms pre WW I. Saw a school picture of my father in law. ( the whole school). All eight boys were wearing bib overalls and only one had shoes. Hell, I grew up rich and privileged.
javelin
January 11, 2016 10:31 pm
Poor is going to a yard sale or thrift store for a “new” shirt for your class pictures….poo is having mom open the pack of socks and wrapping all 3 pairs separate so you can have 3 Christmas presents instead of 1.
A box of spaghetti and a jar or can of sauce fed a family of 4 with less than $1–maybe even some of that “garlic bread” pictured above.
Always whole chickens cut up and fried because it was a lot cheaper than pre-cut meats.
If oatmeal truly helps prevent cancer-I should never have an atypical cell in my body since I had enough oats and cream of wheat as a kid to last a lifetime….
Duct tape for shoes when the soles separated and became flappers…always had socks that were “quitters” sliding down my leg because he elastic was worn out–but if they were without holes then they were still fine.
Never even knew we were poor until high school—thank God for grandparents.
bb
January 12, 2016 12:05 am
As javelin said , thank God for grandparents. One grandfather owned a nice farm and grew lots of different kinds of vegetables and had livestock. The other grandfather was the World War two veteran who was able to get a good job with Westinghouse. They helped a lot especially when dad was in Vietnam . I had a very secure child hood .Not rich but secure.
Elpidio Corona
January 12, 2016 12:16 am
How nice to hear folks talking about the good old days. That was real food in those days when food had texture and bite and flavor. I’m afraid that now, the corporations would find a way to make squirrel taste like cardboard.
In the good years we always had rice and beans and flour tortillas with homemade salsa. Breakfast was oatmeal with cinnamon sticks forever, I can’t eat it now, maybe someday I will try it again.
I recall some special treats, when the mayo jar was spent, we could fill it with beans and that gave them a nice flavor, sort of like the Mexican crema.
Then my mom reused the mayo jar when she packed coffee in it and along with a bean burrito, I had a great sack lunch for school. When other kids were dropping off after lunch, I was wide awake in science class.
SSS
January 12, 2016 12:37 am
“At least once a week my mom” ……
—-card802 @ 3:43 pm
Stop right there. Card802 is a force to be reckoned with.
ZombieDawg
January 12, 2016 5:00 am
flash
January 12, 2016 8:04 am
I always enjoyed the way white bread always got stuck in the roof of my mouth.
KaD
January 12, 2016 9:34 am
Last week, I received news from a contact who is friends with one of the biggest billionaire shipping families in the world. He told me they had no ships at sea right now, because operating them meant running at a loss.
Why do niggers have big dicks? They grow up so poor, they have nothing else to play with.
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At least once a week my mom used to give us creamed corned beef on toast, a bowl of tomato soup with a slice of bread in the bottom, fried bologna on toast, peanut butter and banana on toast, peanut butter and a big slab of onion on toast, peanut butter and meatloaf on bread, we ate a lot of cheap foods with bread as a filler.
Never thought of our seven member family as poor, thrifty maybe. Dad was self employed, mom was a nurse.
I had this discussion with my soon to be 82 year old mother, growing up I though we were rich because we has a big house with a barn. My mom laughed because we never had extra money we didn’t get a second car until she went to work as a real estate broker in 1972, my oldest brother was practically out of high school and mom was 38.This was her first car, imagine that. We lived in a relatively rich town on the south shore, but I never noticed what we did or did not have. Mom bought all her bread from the day old discount store, 4 very large boys can sure eat a lot. All four of us worked in restaurants at various times and we are all very good to excellent cooks so we were sure never to go hungry. Funny though we all work in construction now. We never wanted for anything, but white bread was a luxury because mom liked wheat bread so that’s all she bought.
Bob.
Just a few days ago I skipped buying hamburger buns, figuring I’d just use bread. FYI, a telera roll or bolillo roll makes a good hamburger bun. They’re usually 39 cents each. Blessed are the poor in spirit. Also the cheap-ass fuckers.
I always had the market cornered on growing up poor until I met Lt Almarode from West Virgina and when I said I shared a bed with my brother, he said “You had a bed? We slept in cardboard boxes”.
Toast!! — You people had toast?!!!
Growing up we had a wood stove. Do you know how hard it is to toast bread in the oven of a wood stove? It would come out either way too pale or burnt,,, no in between. Trying to hit it just right to a nice golden tan was about the same odds as winning the lottery.
I can still remember the day my father brought home an electric toaster. OH MY GOD!! What an amazing device; do you realize you can actually dial in the exact level of golden brown that you want and that damn think will hit it perfectly every time!! I remember us kids just about went through an entire loaf of bread (yes it was day old bread) as we tested the various settings and being absolutely amazed at the level of control the thing had. The sense of power was euphoric.
Try to explain the wonders of an electric toaster to a kid today and they’ll think you’re nuts.
card802: “…we ate a lot of cheap foods with bread as a filler.”
———–
Something similar among us wops. Pasta two or three times a week? Sure. Every August we picked bushels of tomatoes, the women in the family processing the fruit (blanching, peeling, coring) into those dozens and dozens of square plastic containers that went into the big coffin-sized freezer down in the basement, to come upstairs throughout the rest of the year to make the old “red lead,” flavored with the cheapest cuts of beef or pork (and some sweet Italian sausage, of course).
We never knew it was “peasant food,” and when we had Amerigan’ friends staying over to supper, they astonished us by going nuts over “exotic foreign cuisine.” Foreign? Canned La Choy chow mein was “foreign.” Rigatoni with a couple of meatballs was Wednesday night.
Oh, and you didn’t have French toast for breakfast a bunch? That was my dad’s “go-to” when he got the chance to take over the kitchen on week-end mornings, served up with stories about his experience as a mess cook (Navy jargon for what the Army calls “K.P.”) on a submarine tender in the Pacific. Didja know that powdered eggs used to serve up with a kinda green tint to ’em?
My kids complained the other day that we didn’t have hot dog or hamburger buns — just the ol’ square white bread…they finally got hungry enough…My wife and I have obviously spoiled these children…
OH! The Wonder of white bread. It truly helped build strong bodies in 12 ways. And, made me king of the Jungle Jim back in the day. Thanks Mom. You did great…
cheapass could have at least used 4 different pieces of bread to make that image…
don’t think tht has anything to do with poor, just smart/frugal. I grew up comfortably upper middle class/suburbs, all that, but my dad grew up with less, and was a redneck. So ya, rednecks, no matter what they can afford, do shit like this all the time.
Dad was a sergeant in the army and Mom stayed at home and raised three boys. We drank powdered milk (Mom would add a little vanilla extract to it so it tasted better), and ate thrifty, delicious meals. Mom was a great cook.
My after school snack was a miracle whip sandwich using Wonder bread, and she would put a ton of MW on it. God, I loved it those things.
She would plan all the meals three weeks in advance so we had variety. Hamburger, chicken, ham and crab meat (we lived in Maryland) were cheap so we had one of those regularly.
I had a hankering for Maryland styled crab cakes a while ago and almost fell down when I saw how expensive crab meat is. Everything’s expensive. I still can’t believe bacon is $5 a pound. What a rip off.
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You Don’t Have The Right To Starve A Billion People To Death
Posted on January 11, 2016 by horse237
You might think I am talking about Bilderberg, the Rothschilds or the 30 Families David Rothkopf mentioned in his book Superclass. In that book he said our world is run by 30 families and their 6,000 Minions. I am talking about them and their plans to kill people by the billions but I am also talking about everyday people who vote and pay taxes but are never invited to Bilderberg meetings.
We will all bear responsibility for the billion plus people who will starve to death if we do nothing.
Even in our home the kids will say “I’m hungry” to which I will respond with an immediate list of about fifteen or twenty things we have on hand, all of them delicious and nutritious- walnuts, hard boiled eggs, chicken or bone broth, homemade jam on homemade bread, sweet corn, apple sauce, leftover fried chicken, bacon, roast squash, dried fruit, frozen blueberries with maple syrup, yogurt with maple syrup, oatmeal with maple syrup- you get the picture.
I never really get any argument, by the time I’m halfway through the list at least one of those things triggers a response and pretty soon you hear the sound of someone eating in the kitchen.
Being poor in regards to lots of money on hand is not the same thing as being deprived of something good to eat. I’d bet that on the third of the month I have less money in my pocket than the average American on government assistance, but we still eat better than some of the wealthiest people in this country. That’s important to us, not our net worth.
Our bread was flour. Spinach and rabbit in some form five or more days a week. Lotsa eggs. 3rd pooresr kids in our school. Didnt eat three meals a day until I joined the army. First mattress I ever slept on too. Being upper middle class while it lasts, priceless.
My mother-in-law, wife & middle kid sell at our local farmer’s market all summer. Then, they do canning in the fall and not much goes to waste. I once read that wealth is “labor applied to resources”. It is like money in the bank. We eat well year round and I am thankful for their hard work.
We were poor immigrants and barely made it in those early years.
My mother was very creative, and I didn’t really notice we were “poor.”
In these latter 2 decades people will use credit to appear to be “well-off.”
That is really silly. And that behavior (greedy, grabby, and showoff) is
why people go broke in leaner times. All to primp for others’ opinions.
As if others give a darn. They don’t. The shaky ego syndrome.
I’m with Gator…………..rednecks, no matter what they can afford, do shit like this all the time.
You all were rich!
Me? Choctaw. Dust bowl. Connect the dots.
Why did I think LLPOH would say that?
I grew up regular middle class, lot of variety in what mom fed us. But my favorite foods were my grandmother’s southern home cooking. Only as I grew older did I realize southern cooking is magic. It’s all about taking anything cheap and making it taste heavenly with high heat, salt, pepper, butter and bacon grease. I never understood why my mother, who is a fine cook, was terrible at southern food. She tried to make it healthy, and without the salt and fats, you had flour and cornmeal and okra and greens, which all taste like shit, without the magic ingredients
My parents did everything they could to make us feel secure. They did it because they were poor. They grew up on subsistence farms pre WW I. Saw a school picture of my father in law. ( the whole school). All eight boys were wearing bib overalls and only one had shoes. Hell, I grew up rich and privileged.
Poor is going to a yard sale or thrift store for a “new” shirt for your class pictures….poo is having mom open the pack of socks and wrapping all 3 pairs separate so you can have 3 Christmas presents instead of 1.
A box of spaghetti and a jar or can of sauce fed a family of 4 with less than $1–maybe even some of that “garlic bread” pictured above.
Always whole chickens cut up and fried because it was a lot cheaper than pre-cut meats.
If oatmeal truly helps prevent cancer-I should never have an atypical cell in my body since I had enough oats and cream of wheat as a kid to last a lifetime….
Duct tape for shoes when the soles separated and became flappers…always had socks that were “quitters” sliding down my leg because he elastic was worn out–but if they were without holes then they were still fine.
Never even knew we were poor until high school—thank God for grandparents.
As javelin said , thank God for grandparents. One grandfather owned a nice farm and grew lots of different kinds of vegetables and had livestock. The other grandfather was the World War two veteran who was able to get a good job with Westinghouse. They helped a lot especially when dad was in Vietnam . I had a very secure child hood .Not rich but secure.
How nice to hear folks talking about the good old days. That was real food in those days when food had texture and bite and flavor. I’m afraid that now, the corporations would find a way to make squirrel taste like cardboard.
In the good years we always had rice and beans and flour tortillas with homemade salsa. Breakfast was oatmeal with cinnamon sticks forever, I can’t eat it now, maybe someday I will try it again.
I recall some special treats, when the mayo jar was spent, we could fill it with beans and that gave them a nice flavor, sort of like the Mexican crema.
Then my mom reused the mayo jar when she packed coffee in it and along with a bean burrito, I had a great sack lunch for school. When other kids were dropping off after lunch, I was wide awake in science class.
“At least once a week my mom” ……
—-card802 @ 3:43 pm
Stop right there. Card802 is a force to be reckoned with.
I always enjoyed the way white bread always got stuck in the roof of my mouth.
Last week, I received news from a contact who is friends with one of the biggest billionaire shipping families in the world. He told me they had no ships at sea right now, because operating them meant running at a loss.
This weekend, reports are circulating saying much the same thing: The North Atlantic has little or no cargo ships traveling in its waters. Instead, they are anchored. Unmoving. Empty.
https://www.dollarvigilante.com/blog/2016/01/11/shipping-said-to-have-ceased-is-the-worldwide-economy-grinding-to-a-halt.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter