So first, why am I calling her Burger Becky? Because that was her office nickname because she had a drawer in her desk specifically to keep hamburgers. That’s not what makes her legendary, but still is.
Unless that drawer had a built in cooler… yikes, did Burger Becky get food poisoning a lot??
Becky: And then when we had dinner with the family, I was the one serving the meals while everybody else was eating around there. And of course I didn’t get a plate. And then by the time it was all done, I would eat the leftovers. And of course if they saw me eating the leftovers, I would get punished.
Adam: As an adult, she’s never totally gotten past this food insecurity. Coworkers would spread rumors about her hiding burgers in her desks to nibble on when no one was looking.
Becky: Honestly, there’s truth to that. I was not picky about the condition of the food I was eating because I was conditioned from my earliest memory to the time I got out of that hell hole that food is life. Don’t be picky about it, because otherwise starving is your only other option.
Brutal! That legitimately makes sense even though the food going bad still makes me nervous. However, mild food poisoning can be better than completely starving, I suppose. What an awful upbringing to be put through. It’s always amazing the travesties some amazing people have pushed through to achieve so much.
Unless that drawer had a built in cooler… yikes, did Burger Becky get food poisoning a lot??
Quote from an interview with her
Becky: And then when we had dinner with the family, I was the one serving the meals while everybody else was eating around there. And of course I didn’t get a plate. And then by the time it was all done, I would eat the leftovers. And of course if they saw me eating the leftovers, I would get punished.
Adam: As an adult, she’s never totally gotten past this food insecurity. Coworkers would spread rumors about her hiding burgers in her desks to nibble on when no one was looking.
Becky: Honestly, there’s truth to that. I was not picky about the condition of the food I was eating because I was conditioned from my earliest memory to the time I got out of that hell hole that food is life. Don’t be picky about it, because otherwise starving is your only other option.
Brutal! That legitimately makes sense even though the food going bad still makes me nervous. However, mild food poisoning can be better than completely starving, I suppose. What an awful upbringing to be put through. It’s always amazing the travesties some amazing people have pushed through to achieve so much.