[/caption]Broke 101
If you find yourself looking down this aisle, you're broke. I'm issuing this public service announcement for any kids out there who, like me, may not be aware that they're broke. It wasn't a secret that my family tried to hide from me. As a matter of fact, every time I asked for something they seemed eager to tell me that they didn't have any money. I even remember my mother telling me that if I answered the phone and the person sounded White then tell them that she isn't home.
Still with all of this ingrained in my head, I somehow didn't know we were poor. That is until I went to school bragging about how I had a potted meat sandwich for lunch. That's when I learned that turning my nose up at Spam was quite hypocritical considering that potted meat is probably Spam's slightly retarded younger brother.
So yes, if you have to shop on this aisle you are broke, but fear not...being broke makes you resourceful in your later years. If not for my training as a child I would've died of starvation in college. I was the only person cooking Lo Mein in my dorm room with vienna sausages and Ramen Noodles. (The secret is to marinate the vienna sausages in soy sauce overnight, cook on a Foreman Grill and then toss into the noodles. For a cajun take on this dish you can stir fry them by leveling the Foreman grill and dropping the noodles onto the grill for no more than 1 minute.)
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
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