My mom was/is a terrible cook. She would buy a bag of white beans for next to nothing. Throw them in the pressure cooker with a little salt and maybe a few small pieces of diced ham and serve that shxitt. We had to eat it until it was gone - which usually lasted 2-3 days. Breakfast usually consisted of whatever cereal was on sale and powdered milk. She hated cooking and the responsibility of kids. We were all skinny as a beanpole. What I did love was eating anywhere that wasn’t home. Thankfully my buddies mom took pity on me and often fed me during suppertime. I guess I should just be thankful we had something at all. I was always told how all the starving children around the world would love to have it! Telling mom “well let’s send it to them!” Was apparently the wrong answer.
