That was my mom who learned to cook during the Depression. She could come to my house or that of another family member and we would think we needed to go to the store to get something to prepare for dinner. She would say let me look in the kitchen. And she would invariably find plenty--a sleeve of soda crackers, canned veggies, a couple of slices of bacon or whatever--and the next thing we knew it was all repurposed into a delicious hot meal on the table.My sister has always led a frugal life style and she's a fabulous cook. She can make anything. Bakes, cans, makes soups and many dishes that you just don't see anyone making anymore. I love going to her place for meals.
Blessed are those who can manage brilliantly with very little.