LizzieMaine
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If it wasn't for my father and, probably, some sense of responsibility, my mother would have served me only food that need to be heated up - which is the most that I got other than when my father was eating with us. The thing is, I didn't care because it was basically all I knew. A slice of bread with butter and a piece of American cheese - a bag of Wise chips on the side - was a great lunch to this kid (made by this kid by the time he was, my guess, seven or eight).
My standard after-school snack for years was an entire six-count tray of Nissen's Creme Horns -- a pastry thing with a filling made of sweetened Crisco -- and a quart of Coca-Cola. I weighed 115 pounds when I graduated from high school, testimony to the power of the adolescent metabolism.