Wouldn’t surprise me - in the great depression, Murphy burgers (what my family called them, I don’t know if there’s another name) were a way to make it through. A slice of bread and a very, very thin bit of ground beef on top. So thin that toasting the bread cooked the meat.
My family continued eating them long after. I’ve even made them for kids. Became sort of a family traditional meal.
Everyone should be aware of how close to starvation and hunger we all really are … I live in Canada, I’m Indigenous Canadian so we grew up poor. In my lifetime, we always had enough but my parents lived through famine in the 40s and 50s in Canada!
A lack of food in the world is just a stop in the production of food supplies or the transport of food in your area for about two days. Grocery stores have a turn over supply of fresh food of about two days, canned and preserved food will last about a week in a small town before everyone buys everything out, and the supplies are so micromanaged to the finest detail that there is no surplus supply beyond that. Basically, everything you see on the shelves is more or less everything the store has. So when food shipments stop for any reason in any region in North America, no matter how wealthy we are, hunger and famine will start right away.
Good thing I still have my Covid hoard of spaghetti Os, baked beans and tuna. Worst case I can throw them at the gangs of roving thieves who will inevitably be coming to steal my canned goods.
My fam had SoS—Shit on a Shingle. Canned corned beef hash and potatos on a toast. It was cheap and always available at the base commissary—wherever we happened to be stationed.
I’m doing pretty well now. But I still make it once in a while, maybe to kinda remind and contrast myself of where I came from.
It’s even crazier than you think. They actively make it as hard as possible. Live on base?—they take the whole BAH. Live off-base? Cool, well now your BAH probably isn’t enough and you have to commute and checkpoint every day. Living in a high cost of living area? Well they only have a few categories of high CoL, so you might get paid the same adjustment to assign to Langley as you would to Ramstein even with oversea housing allowance. And everything is expensive there.
We did ok. Dad was an officer so he was in the good pay scales, but it was still far from the lavish lifestyles Hollywood might have you think officers live. Maybe the O-7s and above live it up.
He got a phat retirement though. So that’s pretty dope. Personally I’m happy as hell to be 100% civy and working in private enterprise.
Wouldn’t surprise me - in the great depression, Murphy burgers (what my family called them, I don’t know if there’s another name) were a way to make it through. A slice of bread and a very, very thin bit of ground beef on top. So thin that toasting the bread cooked the meat.
My family continued eating them long after. I’ve even made them for kids. Became sort of a family traditional meal.
Everyone should be aware of how close to starvation and hunger we all really are … I live in Canada, I’m Indigenous Canadian so we grew up poor. In my lifetime, we always had enough but my parents lived through famine in the 40s and 50s in Canada!
A lack of food in the world is just a stop in the production of food supplies or the transport of food in your area for about two days. Grocery stores have a turn over supply of fresh food of about two days, canned and preserved food will last about a week in a small town before everyone buys everything out, and the supplies are so micromanaged to the finest detail that there is no surplus supply beyond that. Basically, everything you see on the shelves is more or less everything the store has. So when food shipments stop for any reason in any region in North America, no matter how wealthy we are, hunger and famine will start right away.
Good thing I still have my Covid hoard of spaghetti Os, baked beans and tuna. Worst case I can throw them at the gangs of roving thieves who will inevitably be coming to steal my canned goods.
My fam had SoS—Shit on a Shingle. Canned corned beef hash and potatos on a toast. It was cheap and always available at the base commissary—wherever we happened to be stationed.
I’m doing pretty well now. But I still make it once in a while, maybe to kinda remind and contrast myself of where I came from.
Crazy to me that the military can’t pay enough to allow families to be supported on military bases.
It’s even crazier than you think. They actively make it as hard as possible. Live on base?—they take the whole BAH. Live off-base? Cool, well now your BAH probably isn’t enough and you have to commute and checkpoint every day. Living in a high cost of living area? Well they only have a few categories of high CoL, so you might get paid the same adjustment to assign to Langley as you would to Ramstein even with oversea housing allowance. And everything is expensive there.
We did ok. Dad was an officer so he was in the good pay scales, but it was still far from the lavish lifestyles Hollywood might have you think officers live. Maybe the O-7s and above live it up.
He got a phat retirement though. So that’s pretty dope. Personally I’m happy as hell to be 100% civy and working in private enterprise.