It would have been the 80s for me. Was staying at a friend's house for the weekend and when I showed up he told me we were having "steak" that night. Those were lean times, so I was excited. Whatever they put on my plate was definitely not steak. It wasn't even close to being fried spam. The second night resembled something out of a cat food can on a pizza crust. I ate, but it wasn't fun.

When I got home I fed the dozen bucket calves and started a fresh set of 4 on the nurse cow without even being told. I guess I figured even if Mom and Dad lost everything I was at least going to make sure we had something good to hide over in Grampa's freezer that the banker couldn't find.