No Italian would approve!
I grew up in a poor county. During elementary school, we were served a bowl of white navy beans four days a week. Squeeze bottles of mustard and ketchup were available for flavoring. The monotony was broken on Fridays, with a hot dog or a square piece of hamburger pizza. At the time, I happily ate it all up. We didn't know we were poor!
But we certainly had it better than some, and we should be grateful. Too many children have far less.
