I thought they ate like shit because it was convenient. Nope. They couldn't cook for balls. No one in his family. Not his grandmothers, either, so of course his mum and dad never picked up the skill (so neither did he and his sister).
Once, when I was 15 or so and said friend was 14 or 13 (he's a year and a month younger than me and this was after my birthday), his parents left the house to him and his sister for a couple weeks in the summer while they traveled abroad, no doubt fulfilling the stereotype of the Ugly American.
His parents stocked the chest freezer in the pantry room with enough ready meals for about a month even though they planned to be away for only twenty days. Well, something happened and I don't remember exactly what, but the result was that the freezer failed a few days after the parents left and everything went off and had to be thrown away. My friend and his sister were left with "only two hundred dollars" (only, they said; this was in the 90s, mind you) for takeaways. deliveries and stuff like that.
>What do we do?! We can't stock the freezer again because it's broken!! And the kitchen freezer is packed with ice cream!!!! Oh woe is us!
Chill out, fam, I gots dis.
He and I and his sister packed into his sister's car and drove to the supermarket where I bought, using their money, some ingredients (the entirety of the kitchen, the fridge, freezer and cabinets, had literally /nothing/ to cook with) and a roasting pan (literally nothing, like I said). I roasted a chicken with potatoes, made some jus to go with it, baked a loaf of soda bread and sautéed a bunch of spinach with garlic in olive oil and cooked up some carrots with butter and caraway, enough food for at least twelve portions (less the bread, which I only baked enough of for four portions).
If I wasn't a ginormous cocklover, his sister would have hopped my dick that night, she seemed so grateful. But I'm as gay as daffodil, so all I got was praise and thanks.