My Dad always said that he didn't like possum at all because it was full of grease. Growing up in The Great Depression was worse than any of us could imagine. 
Ear-Bending Cellmate : ...and when there was no meat, we ate fowl and when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.
H.I. : You ate what?
Ear-Bending Cellmate : We ate sand.
[pause]
H.I. : You ate SAND?
Ear-Bending Cellmate : That's right!