My FATHER grew up during the Great Depression in the Midwest...and there was never enough food. His father used to tell him and his brother to "fill up on bread", because there was never enough meat for everyone. He thought my mother's family was rich, because she lived on a farm and they had milk!

My grandmother had a large green apple tree in the back yard, and she always had a big pot of applesauce on the back of the stove, which she would make from drops.

As a child, I used to watch my father eat...and he would eat like it was a contest to see who could shovel the food in their mouth the fastest...sort of like a starving dog. I used to save the potatoes on my plate till last because I liked them best, (and my mother was a terrible cook...the potatoes were instant, and usually the only thing she didn't ruin), and my father grabbed my plate and put ALL my potatoes on his own plate. My mother yelled at him for doing that, and then I started crying...and he told her I was only crying because SHE said something.

But it was even a little difficult for ME growing up in a house with an absolutely HORRBLE cook...and THEN she went on a diet...and when I was in high school the only food in our fridge was bread and mustard and cheese slices and pickles. I lost a lot of weight.