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My grandmother was a big German woman, could make my father tremble! And she cooked superbly - if it did not contain flour or sugar. See she came here pre war and they were basically subsistance farmers (had the yearly slaughtered pig, cow, etc) - and she bought her sugar and flour in 50 lb barrels. Now let's add the fact she hated spiders.
So all of the barrels had mothballs around them, including the back of the big freezer she got (on the outside of course), but what it did was taint everything (unless it was fresh vegetables or meat) like mothballs.
Egads, as a kid we'd take one sniff outside the door and sure enough - MOTHBALLS. We complained bitterly to our parents, but grandma even scared them. Our only survival skill was enabled by the fact that all the little kids sat at card tables in the living room while the adults were in the dining room.
Enter our skills.
Cut up and spread around and under plate (they got wise to that).
Hide stuff in napkins and stuff down socks or into pockets.
Flush down toilet had it's benefits, but it also allowed your siblings to stuff their food onto your plate and announce they were done and get up from the card table with a clean table. You had time use this technique using precision timing.
And last of all, was poor Pretzal the fat dachshound. And we made her that way unfortunately.
Finally after all us kids had moved out, etc, my one Aunt FINALLY took grandma aside and set her straight on the abuse of mothballs!
BTW all us kids now have a good time laughing about our different food hiding techniques, hehe.