My dad owned a tavern on the West side of India-no-place. He used to "buy" .gov cheese and butter from the folks that would come in. That was good stuff. He used to bring it up to me when I was in school.
While I was in school Ramen would have been a step up. Chicken Noodle Sh*t: 5lb box of generic elbow macaroni, 5 cans of generic cream of chicken soup. Heat and stir. Eat for B-fast, lunch and dinner for the next 5 days.
We ate venison, pheasant, grouse, fish, squirrel, rabbit, and home grown tomatoes. If the apartment complexes would have allowed it we would have rototilled half an acre or so and planted crops. We ate what we killed, caught or was given to us by family on hunting trips.
My roommate and I were in the Army Reserves, drill weekends we would beg, borrow, and steal first C-rats, then later MRE's (They got issued for lunch both Saturday and Sunday). Our best haul was when my roommate brought home 43 unopened MRE's after a drill. It was like freakin' Christmas.
He delivered pizza's and would give the owner "Bambi Eyes" and could bring home either a pizza that wasn't delivered for whatever reason or be allowed to make one.
I took a second job at McD's as a closer (3-4hr shift), just so I could get the free meal that was the only bene. I opened on non-drill weekends, free breakfast !!
I donated plasma for food (and beer) money.