When you were a kid, did you eat your sandwiches with the crusts on or cut off. I ate mine with the crusts on as it was

[chowmama]

46. Waste food? Oh, hell no!

I think if your parents were from a wartime and rationing background, that wasn't a thing. We'd have had to sit at the table until we ate them.

Ironically, Mom continued to save every scrap, in the refrigerator until it became moldy and she could justify throwing it out. When we visited as adults, we always tried to get her to let us clean out the fridge. She felt guilty about every discarded bit. Next time we came, it would be just as bad. At least they never ate any of it.

And as a kid, I had strategies to keep from eating the food I didn't like. Our kitchen table had structures underneath it that were effective shelves - a lot of food got surreptitiously shoved under there. And once I wore a plastic 'crafts' apron to the table because I knew she was serving overboiled canned mixed vegetables. I hated them. Those pockets held a lot. Not knowing what else to do, I buried the whole mess in the hamper, under the other dirty laundry. It must have been awful by the time she found it.

But she never admitted to cleaning it up or emptying the underside of the table. Dad would have gone volcanic. It just quietly disappeared.