Another snack I subsisted on through college (and I still think it is delicious) is a can of sardines alongside a handful of Triscuits and a dollop of Dijon mustard.
For years I subsisted on little more than cigarettes and frozen grapes.
We mainly ate french fries there, with coffee and cigarettes - that's what I subsisted on.
As a teenager, there were days I subsisted solely on V-8.
I subsisted on Greek salads and Cokes and sported (like a sign of hoped-for wisdom) a beard.
"I subsisted largely in a state of paranoia and panic for most of my time there," a former Mail journalist told me.
I subsisted on Pop-Tarts and Mountain Dew, along with LSD, peyote, pot, mushrooms, mescaline, amphetamines, quaaludes, valium, opium, hash and liquor of all kinds.
For the next few years, I subsisted in Boston at Paul's Mall, at the Living Room here, and at places like the Playboy Club in London.
I subsisted for an entire year of college on lettuce, nonfat yogurt, pickles, an overpriced and hard-to-find kind of low-calorie noodle, and baroque puddings involving canned pumpkin and expired spices.
I subsisted on boiled rice and dried fish for days and days and days, augmented by a found tomato, which was delicious – its skin, its taste, its juice, everything about it felt like a rediscovery.
