We certainly didn't have much growing up, but canned a lot of our own food. Breakfast was usually peanut butter toast, or my Dad's favorites were milk toast (buttered toast dampened in hot milk) or milk crackers (crumbled saltines and sugar in cold milk). I wasn't a big fan of shredded wheat. Then of course were the many critter meals- hunting was the only way to stretch the budget for 8, and my German GrandFather was a great hunter. Snapping turtle-woodchuck-squirrel-rabbit-raccoon stews. I had a hard time with raising our own poultry to eat. Don't forget the good old pressure cooker meals! I still remember Mom helping a neighbor clean up after the top blew off hers. And lots of Jello salads. I still have some boxes of Mom's old cookbooks- Rumford was a favorite. Spam- I refused to eat it.