I grew up dirt poor and we had limited means in which to fill our table, and cupboards. Pinto beans...

I grew up dirt poor and we had limited means in which to fill our table, and cupboards.
Pinto beans with saltine crackers or left over biscuits . . . sometimes it was macaroni salad and ONLY macaroni salad because it had a lot in it, and would last for days . . . I remember dad taking me to the company store in Maben, WV where he'd get bologna (pronounced baloney for you non- hillbilly people lol) that had to last a while.
My wife and I both work and we can go out to eat on a regular basis, but you know what? A baloney sandwich on white bread, with mayo tastes better than a New York strip at some suit and tie joint 😋
Food isn't about the "fancy," food is about that wonderful feeling you get, and the memories it brings to your heart ♥️