I am reading But Enough About Me by Jancee Dunn right now. It's lots of fluffy fun.
I was struck by this recipe she included about a typical meal her mother would make:
"Brown some hamburger, then open a can of cream of mushroom soup and dump it in. Then add a can of cheese soup (when it is thwapped into the skillet, it will retain a jiggly can shape); finally, pour in a can of water. Stir until gray and mildly lumpy. Serve over a pile of white bread that has been ripped into bite-sized chunks."
Ahhh, the stuff of my childhood. I can cause my mother to go into a fluster of defensiveness even now by reminding her that she used to regularly serve us instant mashed potatoes made from those freeze-dried flakes. Those flakes were also handy in case you needed to hang wallpaper.
Remember Kraft macaroni and cheese? With a color orange not found in nature? (A secret shame is that i still actually like that stuff. Please don't tell.)
More awful stuff we used to eat instead of food:
Hamburger Helper. A clever concoction of chemicals designed to make hamburger and noodles look like you cared.
Remember those diet fudge things with the unfortunate name of Ayds? I swear i am not making that up. They were awful, but i used to sneak them anyway.
Wonder Bread. It was cool because you could squish the soft bread into little pellets and fling them at your brother with a spoon.
Frozen bags of various vegetables from the Giant that were designed to be microwaved and served right from the bag.
Minute steaks. Big flat frozen patties of some substance that resembled meat separated by waxed paper squares. You would just peel one from the frozen pile and fry it on up without defrosting first.
Canned peas. Why were they such an odd color, and so mushy?
Oh oh, and those snow ball pastries! Big pink half domes that would never ever go bad. The downside was that they tasted like Comet.
I bet you have more.