Well, because I was raised in a little house attached to a "Mom/Pop grocery/meat market" (circa '46-'63) we often had meals made of what we couldn't sell. I joke that I didn't know that grapes came on stems till I was grown, as loose grapes from the bottom of the box were always in a pretty bowl, (thanks to Mom) on the table for snacking. Dad would collect cans of food that had lost their labels and dump it into a pot calling it "gravy train" and expect Mom and I to eat it....it only worked sometimes. lol
Then there was the dark beef, that didn't sell in the meat case, and it was some of the best beef
in my memory.