Fuck, I remember the first time I had French Toast in a restaurant with real
egg bread. Up until that time, I thought French Toast used white bread. I
also remember the first time I cooked my own breakfast When I was 5, I
was making one-eyed jacks. Toss some butter in a pan, cut the middle
out of a piece of white bread with a glass tumbler and crack an egg in the
hole.
I did not come from a rich family. My mother canned preserves, saved S&H
Green and Blue Chip Stamps, and she got a glass tumbler with Warner Brothers
cartoon characters painted on the outside with every fill-up at the gas station.
Our small pantry (a room under the stairs) was filled with canned and dry goods.
As a girl, she lived through the darkest period of the Great Depression. Her
generation was the first preppers!
Honestly, I had it pretty good as a kid, and we still used that shit for everything. My grandmother used to make me white bread + barbecue-flavor potato chip sammiches. Which just goes to show, well, something, I guess.
And SOS.
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I knew there was at least one I was missing but after wracking my brain for a few minutes I just went with what I had.
Thanks.
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One thing I don’t miss from my childhood is oscar Meyers “hot dogs” on white bread!
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My grade school cafeteria (served maybe 40 people daily) had two things I really liked: creamed spinach and pizza on toast.
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Mine used to serve “schoolburgers”. Cooked ground beef mixed with mustard and mayo on buns. Kind of a sloppy joe without spices, Remarkably tasty.
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I would like that 100% more than a real sloppy joe !!
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Fuck, I remember the first time I had French Toast in a restaurant with real
egg bread. Up until that time, I thought French Toast used white bread. I
also remember the first time I cooked my own breakfast When I was 5, I
was making one-eyed jacks. Toss some butter in a pan, cut the middle
out of a piece of white bread with a glass tumbler and crack an egg in the
hole.
I did not come from a rich family. My mother canned preserves, saved S&H
Green and Blue Chip Stamps, and she got a glass tumbler with Warner Brothers
cartoon characters painted on the outside with every fill-up at the gas station.
Our small pantry (a room under the stairs) was filled with canned and dry goods.
As a girl, she lived through the darkest period of the Great Depression. Her
generation was the first preppers!
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Sounds like my family. Hell, I didn’t know we were poor. I thought everybody was just like us.
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Honestly, I had it pretty good as a kid, and we still used that shit for everything. My grandmother used to make me white bread + barbecue-flavor potato chip sammiches. Which just goes to show, well, something, I guess.
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