I was on food stamps once about 12 years ago. I tried really hard to economize, get the healthiest food I could, and frankly, I had kids, they liked cookies, so we’d get some. In addition to our veggies, our milk, our cheese, our grain food and our cheapest cuts of meat in the store. Sometimes, sure, I’d stick a few convenience foods in our cart as well. If I did, invariably I’d get nasty looks at check out, as people judged me for using food stamps for “luxuries.” What always bugged me was that anyone thought they had a moral right to do so. A moral right, even imperative, to judge whether or not I and my kids were worthy of foods that were luxurious by their standards.