We had eggs from our chickens, but some of our other meals consisted of borscht (beet soup); a can of peas drained and heated with milk with a little butter, salt and pepper; can of tomatoes heated with pieces of bread; heated milk with pieces of toast (graveyard stew as my Dad called it); and I remember loving sandwiches with butter and sugar.
Actually, I remember taking sandwiches to school that were made from most anything we might have had left over from the night before meal. We had bread with every supper so that whatever we ate would stretch to feed our very large family.
My dad, born in 1901 grew up on a farm in Michigan and talked about how good chicken feet were...I guess you skin them and suck out the gelatin. I never would try them, feet went in the garbage... He loved pickled pigs feet and use to buy them when I was a kid. No thanks...:O)