re: #63 Shiplord Kirel, live from behind wingnut lines

Peanut butter and butter (margarine) sandwiches when I was a girl. God, that was like trying to swallow a stick of margarine. My mother told me as an adult that it was because she didn’t like us eating so much jelly, but I rather doubt it. We also had lunchmeat sandwiches out of the cheaper cuts of meat—bologna, pepper salami and olive loaf. And the ubiquitous 25 cents a loaf, completely full of air, white bread from the grocery store. I can’t eat any of that stuff today because of the bad food memories.

On the other hand, I rather miss the pot of pinto beans and ham hocks my mother would make when it was cooler. Except it was pretty salty, probably not especially healthy today.

ETA: My dad growing up on the farm (sharecropping) used to take butter sandwiches to school. Just butter. We kids were given to believe we had it good because our sandwiches had peanut butter on them as well.