No! Wait a minute. There'd have been no family. Gary and I would have starved first. Now he does hunt and so it would have been an excruciating death from say, constipation or some kind of mineral/vitamin deficiency. You can't survive on purely protein- no matter how much you like it.
In my mother's earlier days, the family larder would have depended on growing vegetables, berries and fruits (harvesting anything wild) and preserving. Canned chicken, beef and even northern pike fish was a thing. A generation before her, there would have been no grocery store and the situation if you were inept (as I am even) even more dire.
Today, at the ripe of age of @##@@!!! ( I can't even write it), I made 6 pints of pickled carrots. Gasp of amazment and kudos if you please. It took me all morning plus an hour of scrubbing yesterday. The kitchen was a disaster and I didn't even grow the carrots; Gary did. If you aren't suitably impressed, I am. Not with myself but with the generations before me. No wonder they were considered old at 40. This is only one of the chores of farm wives.
Check this out. The woman has canned all this food for her family for the winter...and she looks so calm. Perhaps she is a good-looking zombie. That is not how I look after one morning of canning. I will not show a picture, well, of me.
I will include a picture of my product. My family may get to sample one jar on a very special occasion. (I don't even know if they taste good. I'm just hoping.) If they are terrible, the kids might have to eat them anyway.
This woman has a lovely storage area with shelves carefully built. We didn't. On the farm, things were stored in a dirt cellar. There were shelves but they were rough and pretty dingy. There was a root cellar (on the actual dirt floor) where potatoes and carrots were stored. The salamanders were plentiful, standing atop of the winter's vegetables with bright eyes shining. In the day, people were hardy or they sent their kids for the veggies. BTW- the home canned produce was tasty! Eventually freezing replaced much of the canning. Now for the piece de resistance. (Sorry I don't know how to get the accent.)
The box of Halloween candy is for my recovery this afternoon...
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.