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Oh you've just reminded me of my saddest meal, when I had no money. All I had was dried pasta, half a jar of pickled onions, a tin of baked beans (British ones not sweet) and one crust of a loaf of bread. Cool, I can do baked beans on toast. Toasted the bread, heated the beans in a pan. As I took the pan off the heat the handle and the pan decided to take that moment to part ways, and pan and beans fell to the floor. Floor was filthy, and we had a rat issue as well as a pet cat, so scraping the beans up wasn't an option. I cried. I was so hungry Ended up cooking the pasta and putting some pickled onions on. Tried to eat it, couldn't, cried some more, and then went to a friend's house to beg to be fed.
I can't actually eat instant noodles now because I survived on them back then. Used to be able to get 10 packs for £1 in a shop near me, and I probably ate them at least once a day.