As horrible as this all sounds, the old TV dinners (in the metal pans) were significantly better than today’s MREs. I can’t even describe the meat like substance in those.
ooh…pizza rolls…
you always burn your mouth on the first one, and the devour the rest not being able to taste anything.
good times!
There are equations for that, but it becomes one of those “multidisciplinary” things, which I take to mean as no one wants anything to do with it.
Besides, mouth flesh usually grows back pretty well.
I always clean my plate. I am a very slow eater. This comes from being poor -you gots to eat everything you gets 'cause there’s so little; you eat slow to make it last longer 'cause there’s so little.
I confess that as an adult, these attributes made me extremely popular with women who were terrible cooks -I ate everything on my plate, and I was at the table long after everyone else had made excuses to escape as soon as possible…
Kinda worked the other way around in my house. We were not “mega poor”. But there were times it was 3 meals a day only. Asking for bread and butter at 15:00 in the afternoon would only get you one answer.
We used to get served our dinner and then what was left was put in the middle of the table. Normally a load of cheap carbs and veg. Like potatoes or pasta with peas and carrots. If you wanted seconds - you had to finish all of your food first. The kicker was - if you took seconds and didn’t eat them, you had to wait till last for the next week. With 6 of us in the house my mum dad and 4 boys being last meant going with out.
I thought this bum fight for food was normal. That was a social learning curve.
Also - to this day I do not share food with anyone but my kids. Not even my wife. Unless its a shared order - like a pizza to share. But even then - I have to eat at over half the pizza. If you order a pizza with me I will eat over half. Or be sick trying to eat faster than you to get to the last slice.
Same. Also, Spaghetti-Os.
It was ramen at our house. My parents fed us on maybe $2.50 per day!
Good for them
Completely unplanned, but my breakfast today was a sliced apple with peanut butter and two pieces of sprouted wheat bread with peanut butter and honey. Peanut butter scents must’ve been floating through the air and triggering a subconscious craving.
I thought that was just me.
I’m honestly beyond a joke. I’ve had really tense meals out with friends. Take aways and bbq’s are the worst. As people assume I’m doing in a joking way and just try helping themselves.
But I have a genuine urge to fight when people take food off me.
I once stormed off from a picnic over a sausage roll…
My mum was all about keeping us away from processed foods/sweets and I think it’s why I don’t find it hard to eat whole foods and cook.
I remember until I was like 7 she’d freeze water with a little bit of lemon juice and I believed that’s what icy poles were, until a friend had one and revealed the truth to me.
I’m still scarred from the lie
I’m with @carlbm on this one. I always clean my plate, but I eat like a hungry wolf unless making a polite effort not to. I think of people who’ve had food scarcity issues as falling mostly into this camp, as well as being food hoarders.
A thing I love about my husband is that he always offers me a try of his food out, but invariably declines mine. Perfect for me, as similarly to Carl, it’s a bit stressful for me to share.
What’s going on ya’all? Where’s the confessions. I spilled my heart out up above to reveal my single legged shame and you guys be like - yeah, whatever, what’s for breakfast…
EDIT. Just noticed…I got a like from Emily. I feel vindicated and a little less alone. Thanks ![]()
Since the thread got moved to off topic the quality sharply declined. I try to include a whole string of confessions whenever I can, but it’s fighting the tide.
I once nearly lost a good friend over a shrimp. It was just an instinctive reaction to my food being taken in an intruders hand that made me bark at him. Everyone looked down at their plates.
I knew my wife was the one when I realized I did not want to stab her with my fork when she ate off my plate
This pisses me off too!
My mum has a bad habit of this, and she says it’s a sign of rudeness and that “food tastes better off of someone else’s plate”. She’d take a piece of meat out of my dad’s bowl even though there’s literally a bowl of it in front of her
That mentality works for communal dishes in a family style dinner but if you want to take something out of someone else’s plate, YOU FUCKING ASK.
There were some pretty explosive arguments a few months ago, but now she knows to ask first- still does it to my brother and dad though
With this, I wanna confess that I bought another $80 in products from “Nuts N More” yesterday. But, in fairness, part of that is because I got my family hooked on it now. I’m my wife’s dealer. “Whatcha need this time? I got dark chocolate and birthday cake. Can’t get you cookie butter: no one can get cookie butter right now!”
Didn’t you mention a large inventory (~$300 worth) not too long ago?
(not a criticism, just wondering)
I’ve most likely spent $4-500 on them in total.
