
In honor of President’s Day, Dover Publications sent me copyright-free images with patriotic themes via email. When I clicked this image from 1944, I remembered my mother and grandmother telling me about ration coupons and Victory Gardens during World War II. They had experienced food scarcity during the worst of the depression as well. We post-war kids landed squarely in the clean-plate club growing up. Food wasn’t wasted in either woman’s household.
Scarcity and hunger haven’t been part of my reality. Each day as I incorporate dietary changes to improve my health, I remind myself hunger pangs are a signal to eat. I’ve been ‘food secure’ most of my life. I usually have the economic resources to buy, store, and cook food for my meals each month.
My freelance lifestyle doesn’t provide a predictable pattern of income, however, so I’ve learned to stock the pantry and the freezer in flush times so I can eat well through lean times. Even so, I wasn’t prepared for the worldwide economic collapse that began in 2008.
When the free market pitch and yaw sank stocks and devalued real estate assets, my anxieties kicked in like a Missouri mule. I looked for a full-time or a regular part-time job, treading the waters with similarly unemployed and underemployed professionals at weekly networking meetings. Involuntarily sidelined, unable to meet financial obligations without regular paychecks, some professionals I met faced food insecurity for the first time in their lives. I did as well.
Because I write about how people relate to each other and to community through food, I sensed a story about how folks coped might work. I researched the cause and effect of lost jobs on household food purchases and eating patterns. The statistics sobered me.
In 2009, one person in eight used the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, or SNAP, to buy food. Food stamps. You needn’t be dead broke or dirt poor to qualify, but seeking assistance to feed their families stunned the professionals I met.
Most had been on the giving end, donating to food pantries, to United Way, to favorite charities. Three years later, most of the professionals I stayed in touch with still don’t have full employment. Every family had changed their lifestyle to fit down-sized budgets.
Sometimes, real hunger stalks families who visit food pantries and rely on SNAP benefits to put food on the table. Homeless people know hunger as they parade from shelters and soup kitchen to revival meetings, free restaurants, and lunch wagons distributing sandwiches just to get enough food for the day.
I think about real hunger when I imagine the healthy foods I eat aren’t enough. I have enough. More than enough. I’ve learned what I hunger for rich foods won’t satisfy.
When I pass up extra helpings, chocolate cake or wickedly rich ice cream, I’ll remember my health and have no regrets. I’ll think of the truly hungry people among us when I need a bit of perspective.