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Gaining It All Back

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Processed food came on the scene when I was in grade school. My mother was working full time when I was in fourth grade, plus another part time job when I was in high school. I had three sisters and a brother. I remember spending a lot of time home with my sisters and brother, but I don’t really remember my mom being there, so she must have been working many hours.

I remember sitting down for dinners and picking numbers (small numbers on yellow pieces of paper that were thrown into a hat), to allow you to pick the leftover of your choice. This was a great game. Would it be left over hamburger helper, casserole, mac and cheese? I remember the big gallon jugs of milk and cheese we always had and the bread we ate. Food was our gathering spot, where my brother and I got tested for spelling, where we fought over the leftovers from previous nights...