That was the one thing that really annoyed Gervaise, the hunger that kept gnawing at her insides.

Oh, those pleasant little snacks she used to have.

Now she had fallen low enough to gobble anything she could find.
On special occasions, she would get waste scraps of meat from the butcher for four sous a pound.

Blacked and dried out meat that couldn't find a purchaser.

She would mix this with potatoes for a stew.