I grew up in a rural area where there was no fast food to be found. In fact, at that time, there weren't many fast food places. I remember an A & W opening up in a not-too-distant town--my sister and I once talked my dad into taking us there (he hated it)--and there were probably a couple of other drive-ins somewhere or other, but it didn't matter much because we lived too far away for any such places to be convenient.
My parents ran a grocery store and worked long hours. There were times when my mom just didn't have the time or energy to make much of a dinner. There are two fast dinners I particularly remember her counting on at such times.
One was a big bowl of scrambled eggs tossed with squares of cooked bacon. You know that theme song to Frasier, "Tossed Salad and Scrambled Eggs"? That was dinner on busy days.
The other was a summer dish, usually. It was chilled canned red salmon, chunked and tossed with onion slices and vinegar. I don't recall what accompanied it. My sisters and I liked to get bits of the vertebrae and eat them. Turns out the calcium was good for us.
I'm sure if it weren't for my dad and his insistence on certain kinds of dinner, my mother would have appreciated being able to serve Campbell's tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, but that was for lunch only. Why Dad was okay with scrambled eggs or canned salmon for dinner and not soup and sandwiches is beyond me.
Usually Mom came home in time to make a real dinner of meat, potatoes, salad, and a vegetable. I remember eating that meal almost every night while I was growing up. We rarely went out to eat, and when we did, it was a very special treat, an occasion. Not until I was in my teens did fast food become a part of my life, but it never became a part of my parents' lives.
These days the DH and I don't patronize fast food places, except, very occasionally, for Subway and the pizza from the local party store. I do make breakfast for dinner now and then, and when I do, I never fail to think of my mom and the big bowl of eggs.