By CHARLES BOOTHE - |
I have known quite a few people who grew up during, or at least remembered, the Great Depression.
One of the things they had in common was a disdain for waste, especially food.
They lived like Native Americans in that respect, with a great respect for the animals and food that sustain us, and a determination not to let anything go to waste.
After all, surviving with very little demands an appreciation for what is obtained, whether it's a venison roast or a couple of yards of fabric.
Even scraps of food were used, either for making compost for the garden or slopping the hogs. Nothing went to waste.
Of course, most of us did not experience the Depression, but I do think some of what I saw and heard from those who did rubbed off on me.
Certainly, I cringe when I see good food go to waste.
Now, I say all of this to lay the foundation for understanding why something I had to do recently was almost unbearable.