"Making do" with just enough breakfast cereal to last the duration

My father, Graham Joplin, was 12 when war broke out. Growing up in New Zealand, he considered what the implications might be for him of a shortage of manufactured goods coming across the Pacific. For him, that meant a shortage of breakfast cereal: 'Rice Bubbles' as he knew them. He negotiated with his mother for space along the top shelf in her larder, and went down the road to the dairy to buy as many packets as he could.

All through the war he allowed himself a limited amount for breakfast, and he told us that the supply lasted nearly to the end of the war.