MikeC- Times were so tough the dog ate the feathers. Nothin' but bones for soup.
In a burst of creativity, we boiled Balsam needles and made a green Balsam tea. Can't reccommend it.
One winter we got desparate. There were old Kerr-Mason jars of canned peaches in the basement the former farm owners had left behind. My brother and I would go to the milkhouse early in the morning and skim the cream off the dairy bulk tank. then we would run a batch of Vanilla-Peach Ice Cream using rock salt and snow(which we had good plenty). Naturally, we would hide the Ice Cream in the haymow so our sisters wouldn't get any. Worked well till Dad discovered it and ate our stash.
Funny how his butterfat test at the dairy plant went up after he put the Kai-Bosh to that one...............................