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[dreammagician]

Why is it we were not allowed good food, there was this day when we all got big macs, wowie, a trip to McDondalds, what a treat.

[Shelby]

My guess is that good food would have cost good money.

Shelby

[enough]

I would have to agree. Though the food in Atlanta was actually edible after Mike's Mom set up the kitchen and started cooking for us.

Food was used like any other tool in the cult to establish control. It is as cynical and simple as that. Virtually all thought-reform environments use food as a tool for domination.

Why would a therapy/rehab cult be any different than any other?

[ladyjerrico]

My first couple of months in Straight Michigan they had Burger King every Friday night for everyone. The parents were dishing out 500 dollars a week (on top of the money they had to spend for our stay). People in Plymouth, most of them had tons of money.

There were a few parents of the kids who couldn't always afford this, so the Burger King thing stopped and we had to bring sack lunches from the host home.

However, my mom did mention that she still ended up giving 300 dollars or so a week for food.. she thought it was rediculous since most of us brought PB and jelly and apples back the building.

[hedwigfan]

Did any of the Atlanta folks ever stay at Hannah Garrett's house? Her parents were from England, and cooked insane amounts of food, like roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. They had a big, spiral staircase, and the parents were pretty old. Mr. Garrett drove a Jag, I think (it was pretty old, too). Anyone?

[Majiktrvls]

HOw absolutely wonderful to see you here, my brother! We had been speaking of you, wondering if you were lurking in the shadows, and apparently, you were!
Welcome back!
your Sista

[Tampa survivor]

Good to see ya back J.
Bill

[Powerful Attitude]

Yeah I remember the burger day.  It was a day of big excitement.  I acutally have to laugh when I think about how exciting.  When I was brought in, we had the famous PB and honey, and raisins and nuts.  The bologna boat, which consisted of one slice of bologna, one ice cream scoop of mashed potatoes, and a piece of processed cheese - sandwich style, and I think, a 10 oz. glass of something other than water.  Some of the host homes were wealthy as well, and there was no problem having food, all you wanted.  I hooked up with a buddy/host brother while I was in St. Pete, John Dowd.  That was the only peace I had while I was in FL.

P.A.

[hedwigfan]

This is an old post that I was looking at yesterday, and it made me think about the Garrett's house. I think it was originally posted back in Oct or so--my reply was the only new one since then.

[dreammagician]

If only most people did know how it was. When I got that Big Mac, I thought I was in heaven. I knew my days were over soon enough to be. Food as a requirement for the control of the young mind. dNow, we are getting older we start thinking of the future3 and how this could have screwed us up. This gets me kind of pissed off at the freajk heads that did it. Peanut butter diet as it may seem. I hate straight.

[Don Smith]

The bologna boat, which consisted of one slice of bologna, one ice cream scoop of mashed potatoes, and a piece of processed cheese - sandwich style, and I think, a 10 oz. glass of something other than water.

I remember what was called the Florida Sandwich in St. Pete. My Oldcomer Jeff Waldron made them for me a couple of times.  Peanut butter, Jelly, Marshmellow Cream, lettuce, banana slices wedged bewteen two pieces of bread.  YUMMY!  (It really did taste good!)

Don

[85 Day Jerk]

I myself could not stand eating breakfast cereal.
I could tolerate Shredded Wheat, or Grape-nuts, but ever since they took Buckwheats off the market
I had lost my taste for them.  Plus, back home all the sugary kids cereals that my sisters liked were off limits to me to help control my acne.

The damn things are not very nutritious anyway and
I developed a habit of raiding the ice-box of any
decent leftovers and eating them for breakfast.  A
meatloaf sandwich is a great way to start the morning along with a half a grapefruit and cup of coffee, and you are set until lunch.  I found that I could really eat like a horse and nobody seemed to mind because I was clearing up space in the refridgerator.

One special treat that I would make for a newcomer
was my French Toast.  I used eggs and half & half
for the batter and put some cinnamon and nutmeg in it as well which made them go easy on the syrup
too.  Most newcomers would drown their shit in syrup if you let them, so we usually poured it on for them.  I encouraged coffee use in my home for "motivational purposes."  The coffee that my dad made was super strong and one of my newcomers
actually lost a fingernail doing that popping snap
thing because he was so jacked up!!