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SoCal was great too.

Ride by on your bicycle and snatch a nice ripe orange or grapefruit off a tree. Loquats everywhere it seemed, birds probably spread the seeds. Folks with fruit trees like plums and peaches too.

Sloppy Joes and Hamburger Helper is the junk food we got.

I still ask for it once in a while 50yrs later and no worries about having to share it with the grown-ups I live with.

Fried okra. Miss it.

Yep. I still love the Mac & Cheese Hamburger Helper and the Manwich brand of Sloppy Joe’s. Damn good Junk Food.

Lake water coffee.

We ate a few meals of those two also.

As I mentioned, mom was trained really well about the convenience of modern cooking.

Geno, Mom never cooked those when we were kids. She was one of the best cooks ever. All my friends loved to come over our house to eat when we were still in school.

I didn’t learn about Hamburger Helper and Manwich sandwich’s till I was on my own in College.
They were cheap and very filling back then when hamburger meat was almost cheaper than dirt. Ate that a lot in College along with tuna fish sandwich’s and lots of bacon & eggs. Along with canned biscuits dipped in peanut butter mixed with Karo syrup. 🤠

I was goin' right along with you until that last part with the biscuits. Can't stand the taste of anything peanut.

And Karo syrup is for makin' pies and stuff.

LOL. You stuff the biscuits full of bacon then dip it in peanut butter & Karo syrup. 😬

No..........I ......................Don't

Thats unreasonable.

Tang

Right?

but I don't GAS.

not even a sharts worth.

About once every 6 or 7 years, my wife gets all nostalgic for it and buys a jug of the powder. I think maybe Kroger carries it still. She'll make one pitcher, drink about a glass of it, then she pours the rest of the pitcher down the sink and throws the schidt in the trash.

Sometimes the memory is better than the reality. 😄

Growing up mom and dad expected us to finish our plates and pickiness was not an option. Mom allowed each of us 5 kids 1 meal that we didn’t like and we were allowed, by that single humanitarian gesture, to choose something else for that meal. My hated dinner was tuna casserole so I exercised my exemption on the nights tuna casserole was served. The weird thing is that I now like tuna casserole and my wife and I make it from time to time. 😁. I’m sure that if they’d have forced me to eat it I would still hate it but they gave me a choice and it totally threw me off my game.

To this day I’m not a picky person and I’ll eat most everything which I’m sure is thanks to mom and dad.

I was allowed to eat or not eat various things. There was always a can of soup or something to make a sandwich out of if I opted for that. This bit of scandalous parenting resulted in my eventually being curious enough to try the dishes that I had turned down, at which point in my life I found that I liked them.

when I was a kid I wouldn't eat chicken.

Fudge, home churned butter, home raised walnuts.

Flintstones vitamins

Ate 3 this morning

An ice cold Coke from a glass bottle.

We didn't get one very often, so it was a big deal, and a real treat.

My grandma would make us set at the table when having one, and I'd take my time savoring the sweet heavenly drink, not wanting the experience to end too soon.