I lived in the woods north of Santa Cruz, CA. for part of the summer in 1978. The rest of those five or six months (it was California) I either lived on the beaches north of the town or was on the road. Living was cheap and living was easy. Mostly, my friends and I had to stay a couple steps ahead of the cops and away from the straight and rich white folks. We weren’t alone in that. I lived off of fifty bucks worth of food stamps per month and money I made doing odd jobs.
Then it was off to the grocery store and then back to the camp in the woods or on the beach. Since fifty dollars didn’t really cover a person’s food costs even then (and even though we ate lots of beans, rice, cheese and potatoes), we usually pooled our resources with other folks living in the encampments, conjuring up some dandy meals of the aforementioned foods. Spices can work wonders, as any cook knows.
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