Ha! Sounds similar to me, but fewer siblings. My brother and I used to fight over who got to use the hand-crank grinder to grind the deer meat for burgers.That's why I love to eat ostrich. I certainly didn't grow up with wealth - 6 siblings and my dad was an enlisted man. By the time I got to the stew at dinner, there often wasn't meat left in it. This is mainly why we had lots of dear and moose. My dad hunted.