My Mom’s depression spaghetti was simply Spaghetti Noodles with Butter.
The problem was, they usually could only afford Margarine. It had a packet of food color included that you had to mix in with it to make it yellow. I can’t imagine how horrible that must have tasted back then.
That’s why my Mother never ate any Margarine when I was growing up. She loved Butter and that’s all she would ever serve us. It’s amazing that I was a skinny kid.
Heck, she used to give me Extra Rich Milk that you can’t even buy anymore. It was probably half and half, but it was delicious, especially with Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup. Yum.
My arteries are clogging up just thinking about it.
My dad told me about this, I think he called it oleol or something like that. Other freepers will know the exact name.