Since this is a history of my life in Knightsen during my childhood, let me explain how we treated our food matters. We had no money for soda pop except an occasional Coke with peanuts. If I stayed in the store and drank the soda without taking it with me, I did not have to pay for the deposit. Total cost of Coke in a glass bottle with a bag of Planter’s peanuts was ten cents.
Most of our food was home grown and canned. The yearly chore of checking the Mason jars for chipped edges was mine, and took hours to prepare a good batch of beans, peas, apricots, cherries and jams. The corn was my 4-H project and we ate it fresh from the garden.
The three hogs that I raised for 4-H were sent to the Stockton slaughter house and came back in white packages as bacon, back fat and pork chops. Our storage/ freezer locker in Byron held most of the meat and we went there every week to fill the home refrigerator freezer, which was small.
Nuts were harvested and sold for the Christmas money, and walnuts always were included in baking.
Sometimes in the summer we would get bargains like watermelons for a quarter, and free fruit from neighbors to can.
The only problem was spoilage with botulism in the tomatoes which meant a broken seal on the jar.
On trips to San Francisco we stocked up on large bulk boxes of macaroni and spaghetti tomato sauce cans and fruit cocktail. We had a lot of jello dishes.
For salads, we had just plain tuna and lettuce, as my Mom would not allow mayo in the house. We did have vinegar, and I remember that I liked to drink it straight.
At a party of older folks recently we shared the habit of making sugar sandwiches. Take two slices of white bread, butter them and sprinkle brown sugar on them. Eat. Enjoy.
The only time that we ate out was to go to Chinatown in S.F. or the Chinese restaurants in Ione, along the river, up towards Sacramento. Fast food was non existent. I only had Taco Bell food after I got married and moved to Southern California.
We did have plenty of beans, however, and a hundred pound sack of beans straight from the field with dirt clods and sticks had to be thoroughly sorted and rinsed before cooking.
Instead of tortillas to wrap around the beans, we cooked up a joint of ham bone, and if we were really living it up, cornbread made from scratch.
We made a lot of out own bread, and killed a non laying hen for chicken and dumplings. All our pies were homemade, and when we started to raise turkeys, I put together a Thanksgiving meal in 1956 all by myself. The stuffing was half done, but there were no leftovers.
Even if we wanted fast food or frozen store bought veggies, it was always plain stuff, and hamburgers had salt and pepper and not much else. T.V. dinners were unheard of at our family table as was the T.V.
More next time.
Seven months later, and I have tried to stay on the 8 hour diet. This involves fasting from six p.m. to ten a.m. the next day. I have lost a few pounds, but then they come back. The hot weather sabotages be a lot.