I love liver sausage with onion on rye, they won't let me bring those to work anymore because when they get warm they smell like body odor!
Come to think of it, they won't let me bring kimchi I make to work anymore because it stinks so much.
I can't eat ramen noodles, no nutrition, but my kids loved them.
My mother learned to cook some meals my father's mother used to make during the depression.
One was bean and potato soup, beans potatoes chopped onions (if you have them), cooked, then thickened with an almost burnt roux, (sp?) vinegar and salt and pepper added at the end. I love it but wouldn't serve it to you unless I was demonstrating depression dishes for you. It's an acquired taste.
Another one was, crisped butter bread cubes, mixed with scrambed eggs, macaroni, served with ketchup.
We also ate canned baked bean sandwiches growing up, 4 kids and not too much money though I'm not sure if that one came from grandma or not.
I can't get the spelling of the next one right, but, both grandmother's made something called muchnick (MOOCHnick), one made it savory and the other made it sweet, it's yukoslavian or german, both were yukoslavian. Some kind of flour thickened milk or water mixture, like a pudding, breakfast or sidedish. I wish I knew more about it but maybe someone here knows about it.
I'd also never serve guests our fake pizza--bread slices spread with pizza sauce, pizza toppings and cheese, baked until golden, which we had last night!
Thanks for reading my longwinded reply. It's amazing what we eat behind closed doors.