My FIL has an addiction to rolls. Every meal. Sister Schubert's preferably. I don't eat them. I made the mistake of asking him why he is so attached to rolls. He said that when he was a boy, living in a log house with no power or plumbing that rolls or biscuits were a rare treat.
He tells of his Dad buying a block of ice in the summer, wrapping it in a blanket and putting it inside the fireplace to be used to keep anything perishable for a few days.
They did without a lot of things we take for granted. Butter. Milk ( especially his beloved chocolate variety of milk). Hoop cheese, thick cut bologna.. I just make sure we don't run out. He fought in Korea and I don't want him to flashback on me...
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