Saddest "meal" you've ever eaten.

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I grabbed a hot pocket out of the vending machine. There was a line to the microwave, and I had to get some reading in before my next class, so I walked out without heating it. It was too frozen to eat, so I put it in my pocket to thaw while I read. Over the next 30 minutes, bit by bit, as pieces of it became soft enough for me to bite off, I ate a frozen hot pocket. And that was my meal.

Let's hear your sad meal/meals.


(For clarity: I've eaten chicken heads, chicken feet, dog, and balut. Those were gross and exotic, but they were not sad. Sad is what we need.)
Chicken and mashed potato burritos.
 
This thread is harrowing in a way I was not expecting.

There are a lot of choices here I just don't understand.

At any rate, I never actually answered the question. When I was younger, I used to take saltine crackers and melt American Cheese on them in the microwave at like 3a when I needed a snack. Thinking back, it was pretty terrible. The American cheese never quite melted right.
 
Not necessarily one sad meal but I ate Ramen noodles everyday for lunch at work for 3 months straight to justify the money I spent on getting my dog ACL surgery. I think we were able to buy the Ramen for 19 cents a packet and I usually spend around $5 for lunch on a normal day.
 
Midnight.

Jetlagged.

So sleepy. So hungry. Too famished to drive.

Opened the fridge - nothing to eat except a jar of peanut butter. No bread obviously.

Had some spoons of peanut butter to fill myself up and finally had a bit of energy to drive for fast food.
 
Pretty much anytime I ate something involving these things:

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On crackers. On bread. Alone. Doesn't matter. They taste like sadness.
 
I've been living off a cup of Minute Rice mixed with a Tablespoon of butter for a few weeks.

Some of the meals in this thread are too elaborate to be sad. Just superficially sad. Being sad as a joke.
 
Midnight.

Jetlagged.

So sleepy. So hungry. Too famished to drive.

Opened the fridge - nothing to eat except a jar of peanut butter. No bread obviously.

Had some spoons of peanut butter to fill myself up and finally had a bit of energy to drive for fast food.

I eat peanut butter with a spoon all the time, usually as a desert. Last night there was a little left in the jar so I threw some maple syrup and sliced almonds in there.
 
I've eaten white rice with just soy sauce or ketchup packets on it. And mayo sandwiches or just a processed cheese slice sandwich. this was when I was young.
 
Holy wow some of these are bad. My worst was probably baked beans with rice once, I tried plain noodles with maple syrup once and immediately threw it away. Those were the tough times when I was seriously living on the edge of no money in my 2nd year of University.
 
I've had a lot of Tesco Everyday Value crap, but the low point has to be

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SPAM Spread

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It was 25p in B&M and all I had in the house was old Ryvita.

SPAM

'Spread'
 
After a bitterly cold night in early February in the Mountains of Washington State with no sleep curled up in a tree well I had cold rabbit broth for breakfast. I almost broke out in tears.
 
Early 20s I was hungry and absolutely hammered (far too drunk to go get anything) when I noticed my friend wrap up his half eaten Philly cheese steak and throw it away. Not exactly sure how long I waited, a couple of minutes maybe, but I retrieved that sonbitch from the trash and devoured it in front of whoever was in the apartment. There were no regrets in the moment, even when my friend gave me one of the most disgusted looks I've ever seen.
 
Might be Saturday night when I was editing a short film all day, and suddenly it was 10 pm and didn't have dinner. Practically no food in the apartment, no milk, so I ate handfuls of Honey Nut Cheerios and a couple slices of pepper jack cheese. And a glass of wine. But I don't have wine glasses, so it was in a tin cup.

This is #baller as fuck
 
My grandma had died very recently and the day before the funeral we left the funeral home very late, we remembered we were hungry so we stopped at a pizza place and got our meal, but then my brother started to cry, and then it hit us: my grandma had never tried pizza, she was a very traditional woman from the country and always made gigantic meals for us, so city food was not something she knew very much. She once said to my brother she had never tried pizza and my brother said that of course we were going to take her to a place sometime, but well that never could be done.
 
WHY WOULDN'T SOME OF YOU GUYS JUST EAT THE RAMEN AS SOUP LIKE NORMAL!? YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN TWO SLICES OF BREAD
 
But my saddest meal? Probably instant mashed potatoes. Nothing else, just a bowl of bland instant mashed potatoes.

:-/

I made some last night for a snack. They were loaded baked potato ones and I mixed in some sweet corn.

Sad maybe, but oh so delicious...
 
I was half asleep, and I had to make myself something to eat for the next day's lunch. I took slices of white bread (the shitty crust ends, cuz nothing else was left) and filled them with what I thought was enchillada filling.

Turns out the "enchillada filling" was actually cold soggy brown rice. I had low expectations for my sandwich, but it still managed to leave me horribly dissapointed and sad.
 
Once I made a sandwich out of partially moldy bread, scraped off the mold and combined it with watery sliced tomatoes and chunks of chicken and a slab of cheese.

I partially regretted it but it was that or nothing.
 
After moving out on my own 4 days after graduating high school, I did fine for myself. But sometime during that first year, I had some hiccups and didn't manage my money responsibly. Long story short, I had literally NO food in my apartment and had exhausted going over to my mom's and grandma's for food. So I manned up and made a dinner of the only items I had left in my apartment: two packets of Wendy's saltine crackers (2 crackers in each package) and a few pouches of Taco Bell hot sauce. I crushed up the crackers in a bowl, poured the hot sauce over it, and dug in :( Saddest meal of my life and I vowed I would never reach that point ever again. Especially considering I've got a daughter to look after now lol.
 
I grew up really poor, lots of sad meals here.

Probably the worst thing in particular was this "casserole" of plain corn tortillas layered with unseasoned white rice and ketchup.

Ketchup absolutely sickens me now.
 
Who was that gaffer who used to eat fruitloops and water growing up as a kid. I heard that and since then I've thought of it as the saddest meal ever.
 
I eat peanut butter with a spoon all the time, usually as a desert. Last night there was a little left in the jar so I threw some maple syrup and sliced almonds in there.

Dunno - I think there's a difference when you're eating peanut butter for primary source of sustenance compared to eating it for healthy snack (ie. eating it with celery sticks).
 
Put me in the ketchup spaghetti camp.

I was feeling particularly lazy and pretty hungry, but wanted a bit more than a simple sandwich. Not much left in the fridge, so I figured "well why not, can't be that bad." Truth is, the taste wasn't actually too bad, it's exactly what you'd expect it to be like.

But it's fucking ketchup spaghetti. It just feels sad eating that stuff.

To make things worse, I'm Italian, so I felt like I was betraying my grandmother or something

Haven't seen this pic in a while, cracks me up every time
 
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