CarolPa
Executive Chef
My mother shopped once a month because that's how the money came in. She bought only the food she needed to make meals for the month. She made her own bread...6 loaves once a week. The only milk we had was the powdered milk given to us by the government. Guess who grew up never drinking milk? Also, rarely eating cereal because the milk went on it. Yuk! The only thing there was to eat if you were hungry between meals was bread, and rarely some jelly to put on it. Never peanut butter and never anything to make a sandwich. In fact, many times that was also breakfast and lunch. A slice of bread. When the end of the month came, dinner would often be a big batch of fried potatoes. One year, Christmas dinner was spaghetti. No meatballs. I didn't care, I loved spaghetti!
I knew we were poor, but didn't care as long as I got to go out and play. But as I became an adult I swore I would never let that happen to me, even though, many times it is not within your control, which was the case with my parents. Illness sealed our fate. I think that's why I'm such a penny pincher. I always have to have something put away for a rainy day.
I knew we were poor, but didn't care as long as I got to go out and play. But as I became an adult I swore I would never let that happen to me, even though, many times it is not within your control, which was the case with my parents. Illness sealed our fate. I think that's why I'm such a penny pincher. I always have to have something put away for a rainy day.