As far as I can tell, regarding the bulk bag of beans, it seems as if it may be more about spoilage.  A lot of products are limited in size (e.g. 16 oz box of rice).
		
		
	 
Do you know why beans are dried and stored in bulk?  To reduce spoilage. Which is why they are purchased in bulk: spoilage is reduced and therefore the beans are cheaper and can be stored for longer periods of time without danger of spoilage.
But I guess that it is better to let some lawmakers who likely have never cooked and never had to live on a razor thin budget while feeding a family (you know who the main recipients of SNAP are, right? Children.) make all the decisions for an entire group of people they see as some monolithic irresponsible adult who is lazy and wasteful.  
	
	
		
		
			
	
		
	
	
		
		
			I like the idea.
As for 20# of lobster--I haven't seen that.  I have seen an awful lot of expensive meat being bought by people paying with food stamps, though.  We do most of our produce shopping at Hispanic markets and a substantial percentage of the customers are using EBT cards.
		
		
	 
Well there you have it.  Nothing can replace solid evidence like good ole fashioned anecdotal evidence.
		
 
		
	 
Back in my days living on a razor thin budget, eating on whatever happened to be left after all my other bills were paid, a group of friends and neighbors and my own family used to get together for large group meals occasionally when there was something like seafood on sale somewhere.   We didn't eat meat but on these occasions, we'd join in, chip in or share and eat some high quality protein in the form of fresh seafood with about 20 of our friends and neighbors.   
	
	
		
		
			
	
		
	
	
		
		
			
	
		
	
	
		
		
			Simply put, it isn't their money.
		
		
	 
It is as much 'their' money as it is yours or mine. More, since it is something THEY were awarded.
		
 
		
	 
Awarded is a bit off.  Supplemented would be more accurate.
		
 
		
	 
The SNAP funds do supplement their income.  They are AWARDED SNAP funds. Not like a prize.   We don't think they are smart enough or responsible enough to manage any money outright so we dispense funds and  dictate what their funds may go for and determine that this portion must be spent on food only.  Not cleaning supplies or laundry detergent or birthday candles (because if you are a poor kid, you do not deserve a birthday cake with candles) or anything else that WE think isn't a good idea.  Like inexpensive sources of protein such as bulk beans and rice.  
	
	
		
		
			It isn't unreasonable to set limits especially when the money has a very specific purpose.
		
		
	 
Why is your judgment or mine better than that of the recipient's judgment? 
	
	
		
		
			
	
	
		
		
			Since EVERYBODY will not agree on what is fair, why not let the people who are eating the stuff make the decisions?  Or maybe we should just round up all the poor people and put them in some kind of prison--except, let's not call it 'prison' but WE who have been smart enough to never need help will make all their decisions for them. What better possible way to help people regain control over their lives and plan ahead and make good decisions for their future and that of their children?
		
		
	 
Yes Toni, what I suggested would exactly be like that.
		
 
		
	 
Yeah.  It would be.  We don't agree with their judgment because if they had good judgment, they would never be poor in the first place. Therefore, we should substitute OUR judgment for theirs.  Because we've got lots of judgment to spare, it seems.
	
	
		
		
			That's the thing, the choices would still be up to the adults.  Almost everything would be up for grabs in a grocery store.  Including shell fish.
		
		
	 
Sure.  As long as they followed some guidelines you admitted were arbitrary.
I don't know if you actually know any poor people or how they got that way.
I have known a lot of poor people myself, including plenty of people who did not know where their next meal would be coming from.  I've been there myself, although I was lucky that when I was actually food insecure (and housing insecure.  Healthcare?  nope), I had no children. But yeah, there was a period of time when I simply did not eat a couple of days a week because I ran out of money. I mean: I didn't eat.   During that period of time, I got fairly sick (go figure) and couldn't go to work for a week, which meant I didn't get paid for a week and came very,very close to becoming homeless.  Would have done if I had not had access to a $100 interest free loan that it took me 5 months to pay back.  Probably would not have been able to get back to work in a week (and actually should not have) if a family member had not come by with a bag full of stuff they pulled from their chest freezer: game hunted, summer vegetables frozen.  I ate every day until that was gone.
But I was really lucky:  I had a family member who knew I was ill and knew how thin I was (and would have died of shame if  they had known I was actually not eating because I didn't have any money) and had the resources to dip into their own meager extra and supplement my (empty) cupboards, despite having their own family to feed.
I was luckier still that that period of time of being that poor lasted under a year and a half.  And I had family who could help if I asked for it.  Being young and stupid and without children but plenty of pride, I never asked but wasn't above taking what I knew came from someone's freezer  because I genuinely was hungry.  Not as in:  I skipped lunch.  As in I skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner too many days a week for too long.
Oh, I wasn't on any kind of assistance.  That would have been for poor people.  Also see:  young, stupid, plenty of pride. 
As a financially stable adult, I have lived in a community which is mostly working class, with plenty of people who are genuinely poor.  For a time, I worked in an antipoverty program which targeted young families with children.  Yes, there were those in the program who were poor because of bad choices they made, often involving substance abuse, generally alcohol.  Meth had not become an epidemic yet.   One family was one of those classic generations on welfare families, but only one of the 60-70 families I worked with.  There were some mental health problems.  Some other chronic health problems that limited the ability of the adults to work.  Some immigrant families.  Some bad luck.  One person I worked with--yes, she worked! had 4 children and was poor because her husband had been killed a couple of years earlier, in a car accident.  Like most working class people who are the majority of the population where I live, they didn't have adequate insurance to make up for the loss of income when he died unexpectedly. They were lucky to have the funeral and other expenses covered by the meager insurance.
Actually, I think all of the parents had jobs.  But ours is a very low wage town and local employers are happy to have the government they rail against supplement the income of their employees through various aid programs.  Except at election time when they rail against such excessive wasteful spendi
Like many of the parents I knew, she was ashamed of needing assistance.  When we gave out certificates for a free turkey to members of the program, she hid that she received one herself.  Another single mom I worked with told me she was ashamed that she needed the same help as the program members.  
That shame at needing help, and pride that motivates people to avoid applying for help and hiding what they receive permeated my town. I was lucky:  I worked to supplement my family's income to pay for the upcoming college expenses of my kids.   The widowed mom I was talking about worked 3 jobs to make ends meet.  She couldn't find full time work.  There were no benefits.  She still needed some assistance.  
I spent a number of years volunteering in my kids' schools.  One of the things I learned is that only a fraction of the families who qualified for some form of assistance actually applied for it.  This was an issue at the school who wished they would because part of the aid the school district received was based upon the numbers of kids who qualified for free or reduced cost lunches.   The parents did not want to apply for benefits because of their own pride, but mostly because being on a program came with lots of intrusive rules and regulations meant to ensure that recipients never ever forgot that they were poor.  As if that were possible in the US.
I was lucky.  My husband had a good stable job that landed us squarely in the middle class.  I could not even hazard a guess at the number of kids who came to my house to play whose families should have been on assistance, sometimes lost phones (land lines!  and luxuries) or, in the summer, electric might be cut for a couple of days if things got really tight at their house.  Nice, polite, well mannered children whose parents worked jobs that paid low wages and had low/no benefits.  Often juggling several jobs because that was what was available and daycare was expensive and it was/still is really hard to find a good daycare program.  Especially if you do not work a 9-5 job.  Who invited my kids to their house, where I was happy to let them play because they were good people.  
To make ends meet,  parents work opposite shifts and/or patch together informal daycare for their kids, with family and friends filling in.  Lots of times, the oldest kid gets pressed into duty babysitting siblings.  Grandparents paid for back to school wardrobes: jeans, t shirts, sweatshirts.  Sneakers.  
I am sure some of those parents made bad decisions. Stupid decisions.  So did I.  The difference was that I had enough of a money cushion to ride out those mistakes.  
No.  I don't think I am smart enough to decide what food is sufficiently cheap enough to purchase with  a SNAP card.  
Neither are you.