We were pretty poor living on 2 student loans in rented digs but it made us who we are and taught us not to take things for granted. The fish n chip butties were a treat, as were the herbs, ciggies and the odd tins of lager. We learned to share stuff, that a couple of cans of booze shared with mates were better than drinking them all yourself. A mixtape from a pal was a gift to be treasured and of course repaid.
I know it sounds unhealthy but most of the time our meals were actually pretty good, the local green grocer became my mate and I'd get the stock he hadn't shifted to local pubs at knock down prices. There were lots of soups and stews I recall. The corner shop gave us a line of credit when we were in a push and it was always promptly repaid. A nice Sikh family they were.
I see those days with rose tinted spectacles now and gloss over much of the bleakness of it but I recognise they were character forming in a good way. I'm still quite partial to the odd fish n chip butty to line the stomach after a night out. Wouldn't thank you for a donner kebab.