Reply #49: Rice with whatever, whenever I happened to have a place to live. [View All]

[hunter]

I'd live off the kindness of strangers when I didn't have a place to live, or worse, my parents or my siblings would take me in off the streets.

I always like to have a 25 pound bag of rice in my house, because then I know I won't be hungry.

Rice with beans, rice with cheese, rice with eggs, rice with those little tubs of taco sauce they used to have at Taco Bell back before they switched over to "catsup" packaging.

I used to make buttermilk out of instant milk too. I hated instant milk, but the buttermilk was okay. You could get government subsidized instant milk then. Now I notice the stuff is expensive.

Throughout the years, before I figured out how to be a normal human being, and before I met my wife, I had a lot of roomates. I suspect some of them post here. I was the strange quiet guy who occasionally worked fixing up student housing, occasionally went to school, who would disappear without explanation for random stretches of time (sometimes without keeping up with the rent...sorry.) I was the guy who usually got up to run before dawn, and spent huge amounts of time in University libraries and computer labs.

It's my opinion that cheap Mac & Cheese or Ramen will kill you, especially if you drink alcohol. I never drank when I was poor.