When we had money, we ate well. When we had no money, we ate spam and butter beans. Food was a status symbol for my mom. She grew up very poor so when we had income, there was steak and potatoes. When we were getting food supplies from the Salvation Army and the local church food banks, it was spam and butter beans.
Sweet tea was a staple. You could put a spoon in the jug and it would stand straight up. If we had salads, it was lettuce, tomato, cheese, cold cut meat, and lots of french dressing. My mom fried everything. We had a jar of lard by the stove. We drank tang and kool-aid that would make your lips pucker. We attended family reunions that would have fried chicken, fried chicken and more fried chicken (biscuits was optional).
I grew out of these habits. I now eat fish, eggplant, snap peas, and the such. My cousins were awe struck when we went out to dinner and I order steak, sweet potatoes, and salad (with the dressing on the side). I drink lots of water and a soda every now and then (that is a whole other story).
If I can change, so can you.
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