Back in the day we didn't need food stamps, we had families. I remember as a kid every Sunday visiting Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents, some had money... some didn't but there was always "enough". Sometimes it was not so good, one Aunt specialized in what we kids called "Aunt Teresa's Spaghetti with Depression Balls"-kind of like meatballs with LOTS OF BREAD-but nobody left hungry. People helped one another, if someone was out of work they stayed with us till they got back on their feet.

Today, my friends and family have children with whole lists of what they don't like. Having these people around turns me into a short-order chef. As a child I wouldn't have dared say I didn't like something.

A few months ago at Publix there was a group collecting food donations, I always try to donate something until I looked at the list... fruit rollups? Jar spaghetti sauce? Prepared foods? I'd say these people don't know what hungry is. I could make a huge pot of pasta fazool for the price of those fruit rollups. Maybe they should lay off the prepared foods and learn how to cook.