I was born at the beginning of WWII. The depression and the war colored everything as I was growing up. The only money my parents ever borrowed was the mortgage on our house. Everything else was on a cash basis. We had beans and cornbread and milk a lot because that is all there was to eat during periods during the depression. We fished, hunted and raised cows, chickens and had a large garden. So, we had rabbit, squirrel, fish (always fried) fresh or canned vegetables, blackberries, plums, apples, and pecans. I liked almost everything my parents cooked except for cooked turnips and Brussel Sprouts.
Brussel Sprouts just smelled bad cooking and on the plate and salt, pepper and butter couldn't hide the strong cruciferous vegetable smell. So, my mother used coercion. "The English survived the war by raising and eating Brussel Sprouts." I was too young to know that Brussels was in Belgium and who could be so ungrateful for the sacrifices that the British made as to reject the little cabbages.
So, recently I told an older friend who was a teen in England during the war what my mother had said. "Poppycock" she said. "We survived on rabbits. Every day a man came by with a large number of rabbits that he had killed and sold them door to door. If it had not been for him we would have had nothing."
James Coca once said that he was heavy because he single handedly saved every Ethiopian from starving to death by eating what his mother put on his plate.
I'm curious. What was your least favorite food and who did you save by eating it?