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May 17, 2012
My grandmother loved fish, especially herring. One time I went shopping for her but couldn't buy any because it was imported and she was on food stamps. She'd worked as a maid most of her life but now lived on Social Security. When I confided in Mrs. S., also telling her how horrible I felt at the way people looked at me when I pulled out the stamps, she immediately got her hackles up: "You don't see our side! We work and can't afford imported food!" My grandmother had worked, too; this was food she'd gown up on in Ireland.