I grew up poor as hell. I broke the cycle in my family just in time to have to deal with this shit. My garden is looking like it’s going to do well this year and if meat starts getting scarce I can go hunting from time to time or get some yard birds from the friends I get my eggs from, but god damn (or maybe I’ll go vegetarian, wouldn’t be the first time), I just wanted a little more time not having to live hand to mouth.
But I’ll make it as long as flour doesn’t get to be the price of beef. And I’ll complain the whole fucking time.
Glad I’ve lived poor. Can easily weather the tide
It’s kind of a sad superpower, isn’t it? Especially when you see people who have always been coddled living in luxury, start complaining.
I grew up poor as hell. I broke the cycle in my family just in time to have to deal with this shit. My garden is looking like it’s going to do well this year and if meat starts getting scarce I can go hunting from time to time or get some yard birds from the friends I get my eggs from, but god damn (or maybe I’ll go vegetarian, wouldn’t be the first time), I just wanted a little more time not having to live hand to mouth.
But I’ll make it as long as flour doesn’t get to be the price of beef. And I’ll complain the whole fucking time.
Have slowly cultivated my family’s love of potatoes, carrots, and pasta for just such occasions
Rice and Sriracha for dinner again!
Don’t forget the foraged ramps , dandelion greens and other foraged delectables…
I’ve always thought this shit was pretty funny. Like, oh, we’re going to have spaghettio’s again? I guess it’s fucking Wednesday.