I grew up on a small farm and ever though we were so poor growing up, my mother was very resourceful. She cooked virtually everything from scratch. She also would go to both of the supermarkets in town and ask for their scraps and day old produce, dairy, and deli/meat market items. She told them it was for our animals, and the worst was fed to them, but we got to eat the better stuff.
But my favorite meals were when we got something prepackaged, because even though my mom cooked everything from scratch… she was not a particularly good cook. The two I have the most fondness for were a packet of ramen shared between the three of us, and another time a can of cream of mushroom soup (even though I greatly dislike eating mushrooms).
Growing on a farm makes you more resourceful. You can also grow part of your food. You can also forage. I thing being poor in a big city is awful, being poor in the countryside is more bearable.
Growing up in the farm is the only reason we survived those years. We had chicken which gave us eggs, we grew corn that fed us and the chickens. We also grew beans, among other veggies that supplimented our diets.
My dad also got the place for dirt cheap, so there was never a mortgage, or rent.
I grew up on a small farm and ever though we were so poor growing up, my mother was very resourceful. She cooked virtually everything from scratch. She also would go to both of the supermarkets in town and ask for their scraps and day old produce, dairy, and deli/meat market items. She told them it was for our animals, and the worst was fed to them, but we got to eat the better stuff.
But my favorite meals were when we got something prepackaged, because even though my mom cooked everything from scratch… she was not a particularly good cook. The two I have the most fondness for were a packet of ramen shared between the three of us, and another time a can of cream of mushroom soup (even though I greatly dislike eating mushrooms).
Growing on a farm makes you more resourceful. You can also grow part of your food. You can also forage. I thing being poor in a big city is awful, being poor in the countryside is more bearable.
Growing up in the farm is the only reason we survived those years. We had chicken which gave us eggs, we grew corn that fed us and the chickens. We also grew beans, among other veggies that supplimented our diets.
My dad also got the place for dirt cheap, so there was never a mortgage, or rent.